A Fine Mess

<Kernobee groans.> Wha.. What happened?

The last thing I remember is being captured by a group of dark iron dwarves, beaten to within an inch of my life and then thrown in here with these filthy troggs.

Get me out of here, <name>!

Here's the plan: Lead me to the exit; if we make it out alive, you go to Booty Bay and let Scooty know that I went to Ratchet to warn Tinkerwiz of the dark iron's involvement in the making of that super rig.

Let's get going!