We understand. You are quite good at what you do. It's your namesake, and you want people to know it. But scorpions aren't used to Wrothgar's weather. They inevitably find their way to the warmest place they can find—the only decent privy in this place. Burzunguk nearly lost a hand reaching for a pine cone. If we're forced to do our business in the snow, we won't let you do yours with the sand. No more shipments from Sentinel until the privy is scorpion-free. The Management