"Ahoy there, and day's greetings to ye. Ye're a lucky cove, having friends who can help get ye in to this accursed city. I've been waiting out here for days trying to get permission. Ye see, my people, the mighty Deldrimor Dwarves of the Shiverpeaks, have been fighting a war with our black-hearted cousins, the foul Stone Summit Dwarves. We're trying to get some additional weapons and supplies from these Krytans, but that dodgy lot they call the White Mantle say we Dwarves shouldn't be allowed because we don't follow their "new gods". Far as I'm concerned, I'll crush their gods with my hammer once I'm done with the Summit... but since I need to get in the city, try not to tell anyone I said that, eh?"