"Ordechai, Ordechai, Ordechai," Wrenwil softly mumbled to himself as his short little friend daintily went about his business. The old cleric sighed with frustration, stuck out here in the dark, muffled unpleasant sounds in the distance, a land which seemed determined to make his journey miserable and overflowing with danger.
~ This one is no fool, no no, he's a survivor, and right now he's doing exactly that. I can't help but imagine that the demise of our other half-height companions would serve Ordechai well... is that the real reason behind this whimsical scheme? Or is he serious? A bloody a great bolt to end whatever foul play is in swing. I can't just stand here. Hell, I want to just stand here though, indeed there are times when looking stupid, is the best act to play...
He moved in next to his accomplice, "how might I assist you in preparing this meal? Once it is cooked, I have a few spices to sprinkle on top." Wrenwil winked, hoping Ordechai caught drift of the implied meaning. "Best we cook a little faster don't you think? Sounds like our friends are getting hungry..."
[Wrenwil studies Ordechai's body language and facial expression in an attempt to read between the lines and sense motive: 11]