Once the group regathers themselves and is ready to continue towards their destination, Wendig lets out a belly burp with joy and staggers off leading the way with pride and great joy. It is a ten minute walk uphill and by the time you reach the gates of Lady Tamora's manor Wendig is panting and wheezing from the effort. The guards roll their eyes at Wendig's approach and cross their helberds. "Where do you think you are going Wendig? You get lost again?"
"Ohoho, no Jack"
"Jake"
"Jake...Ohoho, no Jake ... I'm on himportant bishnish! ... I'm shcor ... *hic* ... schor ... I'm showin' these here heroesh to shee our dear lady."
"No you're not."
"I am."
No ... you're not.
"I am."
"Look, Wendig ..."
"No, you look here Jack"
"Jake"
"Jake ... don't ushe that tone on me wish yer look Wendig. When did Wendig ever shend fat little Jack Tulley away when he and hish friends came round ashking for cake? Never. Now, these fair folksh did sshave my life today from blue shkinned monshters. And they are here to shee the lady, ssho..."
Wendig moves to push his way past the guards but they stop him once more.
"That's all well and good Wendig, but its my job not to just let people in to see the Lady. Especially not Pointy Ears." The last word is snarled and sent as a pointed insult to the fey amongst the group.