Kaghad whistled.  Even given the horrid state of the structure, he could tell that the ruins had once been an impressive building.  Of course, it would have paled in comparison to any dwarven palace, but the blacksmith could not fault the humans for a good try.  He surveyed the masonry with a hint of sadness; to let what had been a grand edifice crumble into nothing always seemed a waste.  The cities of the dwarves had stood for thousands of years, but in less than the lifetime of a single infamous man this castle had become a heap of rubble, barely maintaining any semblance of strength.  What they did convey, however, was an ominous feeling.  Despite Kaghad's excitement to begin the adventure proper, he could not avoid some apprehension in the face of a crumbling castle swamped with the undead.

"I support the li'l lassie.  Jus' look at the place; it's nuttin' but entrances.  As fer formation, I'm nat gonna be on yer front lines by any stretch o' yer 'magination.  I'll cover the rear, mendin' anythin' what breaks for ya."