<Brann begins gesticulating wildly and rambling in his native language.>
Ruk MogOth red a mogoth ta eft Thros-garE Haldir.
Kha gor ruk khaz ta ke ruk hrim eft thros-am-kha ruk kost-um havar go kost.
A modoss hine ruk bergum eft thros-am-kha ga eft Haldir ke loch Thon we lo gefrunon ta mitta.
Gar Ruk dagUm loch angor-magi ta har ruk!
<After a few moments, you realize the conversation is going nowhere. Perhaps the shaman, Moteha Windborn, at the Grom'arsh Crash-Site will know what to do.>
Bartok will not be happy that you didn't find Brann, but at least you didn't come back empty-handed. Now, let's see what we can do about this babbling dwarf.