You cannot help but admire this imposing Tunnel, which seems to extend forever into the depths. The dwarfish engineer notes your appreciation and, flattered, invites you to dinner. Over a fine bowl of "Grotto Stew" [ADD 5 RATMEAT TO COUNT] the conversation turns pensive. The dwarf confides in you his dream of opening a solid restaurant - "Nothing fancy, just solid" - and escaping from the deadly terrors of the Grotto. You encourage him, although you and he both know it can never happen. Within half an hour, you make your excuses and leave him sitting silently at the table.