Goodness, I just got to that cave-in inside Grymforge that dumbass Nere got stuck under. That wall took so much effort to knock down. Had a single small grenade on my person, utter pain...until I found that secret stash of powder satchels, and even then still took a few triesNot only that, but the weapon has to be able to have a damage number higher than the wall's HP as well. Unfortunately the walls have slowly grown stronger than my trusted salami, rendering it useless camp sausages now. Have resorted mandating every active character to carry at least one compay-owned rusty peasant mace on their person wherever they go. None of this is enough reason to stop gleefully shouting "open salami!" at every opportunity though. The team are in desperate need of a morale building exercise, cause I ain't raising their wages in this economy.
Also, god I love the mushroom (Myconid?) people, felt great helping them out.