Rhole abruptly seizes his jamming, leaving the wailing tones trailing off.
“Listen, Casper. We’re all tired, beat up, and eager to get this over with. My friends and I just want to get back to touring life on the edge, I’m sure you want to get back to welcoming guests with ominous greetings, and your lord really really really wants to get his ring back.”
“In fact, if you stop stalling we can all get exactly what we want, and you won’t have to explain to your lord why you kept us from helping him out – this close to his goal.” Rhole stands on his toes and measures out the distance of the specter's nose.
“Trust me on this one; you’ll be doing yourself a service. Help me help you.”
The faint whispering voice of Rock can be heard close to Rhole’s ear.
“Oh yeah, and I’ll throw in an autograph as well.”