Dytha walks to the edge of the steps. "Tell me, what is it missing?"
Otarnon looks around, scratching his head. Interior decorating was never really his thing. "Err, well... perhaps some more paintings on the wall?"
Dytha scoffs. "Spoken like a true Southron. No. Forget the walls for a moment." She gives him only a moment, then interjects: "People. It is missing people. Hearty warriors to patrol these passes and families to make it a home. I love my dogs..." she muses, glancing at the brown and black warg-hounds scratching themselves in their sleep, "...but this hall needs more."