I hate those Dourhands. Imprisoning me for almost... Well I don't know how long I've spent here in Sarnur, I say some years! I am Vursoin, a dwarf imprisoned. I regret stepping out, I should never came to the Blue Mountains. My blood boils at the very sight of Dourhands, espically... I do not know his right name but I do not care. He is called as the Dour-king. Chief of the Dourhands. How many times he've tortured me over the years... I swear by Durin's Beard, I shall escape from this dretched city, City of Evil. But... There's something wrong here, I do not know, in recent months, the Dourhands treated me as a friend? They know me more than I know myself I bet, they've studied, observed me... There's something wrong here. They're not vile as before, not cruel, they've even gave me ale yesterday! For the first time, roasted bat wings and ale? Something is wrong here.
I bet, they want me for something otherwise they would have killed me instantly a few years back. I gotta find out what's wrong. The other prisoners don't get this treatment... I shall have to do something...
