"What do we want?" Orpheus asks his companions, and then: "Oh, right," when they look at him like he's an idiot.
"Where is the children?" he asks the dark creeper in a dominating voice. "You's taking us to these...them," he gives a perplexed look at the ceiling, and mouths his last sentence slowly.
"Elyas, talk to him," the bard demands of the mage, getting a little frustrated with his lack of Undercommon vocabulary.