"... They practiced that very night, in Glod's obsessively neat lodgings. These were behind a tannery in Phedre Road, and probably safe from the wandering ears of the Musicians Guild. They were also freshly painted and well scrubbed. The tiny room sparkled. You never got cockroaches or rats or any kind of vermin in a dwarf home. At least not while the owner could still hold a fry pan."
