After a long pause with his arms crossed and a look of deep thought on his face, Alaric finally mutters:
"Well, I guess I hafta go give the old coot a piece o' my mind fer holdin' out on me, then I gotta look 'round fer any leads on the Dragon Plague,
the Hand and the Eye,
where e'er Norali ran her tiny butt to, wit' the Dagger we need in order t' get ridda Azylik,
Azylik's dummy bodies, preferably one what's already dead but still useable t' carry her rotten soul o'er to that prison o'er there, prob'ly gotta find a way t'do that in the first place,
aaaaaannn' prolly just find a better way t' deal with Azylik than how those half-brained Ten tried to do, seein' as their Ten half-brains 'paren'ly didn't add up to even one whole 'un." he rambles out.