Nothing would please me more than to put all these rot-pickers to fire and sword, but the Hand must be found! I hear it calling to us, out of the filth and detritus that surrounds this stinking place. I shall endeavor to summon up some allies. Perhaps the Hand's presence will make it easier for them to remain here and search, or perhaps they will be drawn to the Hand. I cannot stay, however. These damn scale-skins are everywhere, and I do not want to chance revealing what's washed down into their filthy claws.