On the topic of evil biomes:
"Slow down, now, that stuff'll rot your legs off if you're not careful. Put some socks on first. Can't wait for winter, I can't, easier to manage when frozen. Gets everywhere in summer, leakin' through all the crannies.
Kun lost all her cats to the rot, y'know. Pitched a fit 'cause of it, but she calmed right down when the Sheriff broke 'er nose, haha!
Blighters tracked it in the wine cellar, too, so guess who they had move all the barrels? Nevermind that I could have been making the finest damn soap this side of the Mountainhomes! No respect for art 'round here.
Speakin' o'which, did y'ever see the gauntlet I made? Well, they say I did, 'tleast. 'tween you and me, I can' remember a thing. Just shut me eyes for a moment, and next thing you know, it's three months later and I got a million-idr'th gauntlet in your hands.
May've outdone meself a bit, come t'think of it, 'cause a bunch've goblins turned up the next year. Word gets 'round quick! Scary, it was, but it rained on'em and they all melted. Made me job easy, could nearly pour 'em into the bodypit. Speakin' of which, nevermind the noises, they get restless from time to time.
Anyway, y'coming to the party? Come on, y'could meet me wife! Gave birth just last week, you know, to a beautiful little lad. Looked just like her, shame he died of the rot. Still, he fought hard, made us proud. Next one'll be luckier, can feel it in me bones.
Oh, it's Uben. Keeps me in a job, he does - bless him, lye-makin's thankless work. Oi, Uben! You going to the party? You know what they're serving? Tallow again? Damn... ah, but where are me manners? Uben, I'd like you to meet...."