Kinnuq's Memo

One of those eoten clods accidentally kicked the switch to the master's private storage room and nearly snapped it off the wall. Is the sacred duty of playing drums and wandering the halls so boring that they have to dismantle our home brick by brick?

I took the liberty of pushing some barrels of lamp oil up against the switch. At least anyone who kicks those won't live to regret it.

None of you should need to enter the storage room, but I want no delays if the master calls for his favorite cloak.