Eoghan listened at the door. He could hear at least three, perhaps four distinct voices. They were arguing loudly.
::Sounds like dey stopped. I bet da Stone was fightin' wiv his rock-guy. ::
::Nah. He was jus' yellin' attim fer being stoopid, like we all do to Hubber.::
::Maybe he's fightin' wiv da cloudy. Ain't dey sharin' da room?::
::Nah. Cloudy's usin' Sly Gulla's room. Gulla izzat the Fireses watchin' oot fer us. Cloudy wouldn't share wiv no Stones.::
::Wawl, I herd fightin'. I tells ya.::
::So? Gowen look den, iffit bothas ya so much.::
::Yoo look! Yer da biggest! Stone may not like us lookin'!::
::Cuz I'm da biggest, yoo gotta do whud I tells ya!::
::Fine, fine. I'll gowen look. Gimme my club, jussin case. Hey, gimme my club!::
There was the sound of laughter and thumping and Eoghan imagined some kind of game of keep-away.