Underdark-Quest :The Vault of Larin Karr, Cont
Gurnosh takes a deep breath and says, "Well, I heard that some Duergar traders had been selling captured caravan goods around here not too, too long ago, and word in the caves was that they unloaded a pretty large amount of preserved foodstuffs to someone around here, but nobody that I'm aware of has admitted to buying any of that stuff lately, and it's usually very hard to keep something like a big stash of good groceries a secret for long. So, the speculation was that Larin Karr had bought a good supply to satisfy his needs for a long time, which raises the obvious question, of course, 'What does a dead Drow want with food, anyway?' But that might just all be cave gossip. You can't believe half of what you hear around here, and the half that's not a dam*ed lie is usually just plain old dam*ed wrong. Of course, I also heard that those same Duergar traders ran afoul of some of my lovely neighbors here, the trolls, and that was the end of them."