Air carries through wide corridors of this old fort with a hollow call, and rats squeak as they scurry into dark recesses. Goblins speak with high, gravelly voices, the tones suggesting a variety of subjects: the humdrum conversation of daily life, a frustrated gurgle, a snapping retort. In the background, the sounds of hard work rattle: a blade is sharpened on a rolling whetstone, a hammer plinks against nails, and hard-soled shoes patter against stone floors.
