"This don't look good at all," said Sack.
"Keeb id dowd, Sack!" whispered Toad harshly.
"We should leave and report this as soon as we can," Falowik said.
"What about Lank an' Slout?" Sack asked. "We've heard nowise from 'em."
"We oughta wait for 'eb," Toad said. "They'll have kilt the elf lady by dow adyway. Wod't be log."
"So you think," said Falowik. "She's far more dangerous than you realize."
"Pig dug!" Toad retorted. "I jus' abou' had'er if'd you'd a let be alode."
"I saved your life, fool. We should leave, now!" Falowik let those words hang between them. He had been working his bonds, stretching and flexing the strands of rope. It was loose on his wrists now. He bided his time.
"Why're you id such a hurry to be god, 's wud I wad to kdow." Toad's suspicious eyes glowered at Falowik.
Falowik played a gamble. He felt pretty safe with it. "Fool. If any of that group returns and gives word, you've failed the Master."
"He's got a point, Toad."
"Shaddup, Sack! We're goid' dowhere udtil we hear frob Lagk a'd Slout."
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