Glen

You: I need lockpicks.

You: Is there anything I should look out for down here?

Glen: You could say that. The crawlers.

Glen: The farther down you go, the closer you are to those beasts. I'm tellin' you, these bastards came crawlin' straight out of Beliar's arse.

Glen: If you listen closely, you can hear them scrape and scratch even up here. They're always there, lurkin' in the shadows, just waitin' for some poor bastard to take the wrong turn.

Glen: I saw them kill once ... they just bite your head off. If you wanna stay alive, go to the main shaft where it's safe.

You: I heard you sell lockpicks.

Glen: If you were smart enough to figure that out, then yeah, I do. Ten nuggs apiece.