Barendreth is safe -- for now.

Search everywhere. I can still smell the filth that taints these halls.

What are you doing? Destroy the invaders, every last one of them.

All the Ordinators are dead? Then Barendreth remains ours. I had no doubt we would prevail, even with the odds so heavily stacked against us. Your assistance made quick relief of what minor feelings of grief I had. Take this as a token of appreciation. Coat it with the blood of our enemies; strike fear into those who wish to take from our kind.

Good. Scour every room, every corridor. Help us protect this place and make certain that no Temple worms dare return.

A most egregious choice. Our enemies will be here soon, and I'll not have a traitor in my midst when that door comes crashing down. Die!

Ordinators from the east caught wind of our presence here in Barendreth. This stronghold now belongs to our den, and we shall protect it. We must all take up arms and ready our best magics. Will you help us cleanse our new lair of these invaders?

We won this battle, but with Mansiladdar dead, we will not last. They will return -- and in greater numbers.

With our leader dead, we have no chance of surviving another attack.

I hope they learned their lesson, but they will be back. And we must be ready for them.

That's the last of them. Mansiladdar will be pleased.

There's one still alive. I can smell him, hear his heart pumping.

Struggling to find the remaining vermin? I heard one of those bastards shouting, ordering his men to hold their positions. Those arrogant fools ran for the underground. Heh. They were either picked apart or thrown into a cattle cell.

I will defend here. You must keep going. Hunt down the invaders!

Mansiladdar predicted they would come to Barendreth. Fight your way to our leader, offer him your help, and fight alongside us until none of them remain.