Knuckles paces back and forward talking to himself.
This crew are becoming an impediment to enriching my good self. Koko seems in thrall to the malevolence in the mace. Quite apart from being a psychopath with delusions of running his own militia, Rarder now seems more interested in Pebbles's defeat than material gain. What do these people think we are, some sort of charitable institution?
Speaking of do-gooders, the elf woman seems particularly confused. One minute she gets righteous about not slaying prisoners, then she wants to send a halfling into an insect lair on a suicide mission.
Worse, she was muttering some nonsense about respecting the statue. If she really cared about fine art, she would be assisting me with my ongoing project to beautify this pit. Which reminds me, I must get that stencil commissioned.
Then there's Alf. Being a dwarf he's basically sensible and wants the loot. However, the crafty bugger was trying to get his mitts on the gems that I had acquired from the statue, under the guise of assisting me after my injury.