Durvik Redstone paced restlessly around the slave pit, his iron boots making a loud clack-clack on the flagstones. He was finally going to go through with it; he was going to propose to Framarth, the new Theurge with the really cute maul. Who knows, maybe he’d start a family with Framarth somewhere, maybe Silvershield in the North. Yeah, once this shift was over he would finally be able to lose this day job and follow his dreams as a painter. He eyed a nearby spiny devil nervously – he appreciated everything Asmodeus had done for the duergar, but did they really need to keep these monsters so close? What rotten luck to wind up working in a place like the Horned Hold.