Gildrim follows Erf into the dusty hallway and listens.
"Ye whit? Ye whit?" he splutters. "Leuk, tak thaes bluidy cloots oot ay yer lugs." He plucks the rags from Erf's ears and pushes them back into the gnome's hands.
"Tay richt ye're charmed. Ah dinnae ken whither ye're talkin' nocht but bletheration, aw if ye're stumblin' oan bits ay th' truth.
"Leuk, whan Ah sent th' twa ay ye doon tae see th' lizardfowk, Ah thocht aboot knockin' her oan th' heid – aw worse. Ay coorse Ah did. But Ah didnae. Insteid, Ah gied her fair warnin' tae behave hersel' – thocht Ah'm nae shuir she wis listenin'. Ah dinnae think she’s aw that bricht.
"But noo, whit woud ye dae if she asked ye tae knock me oot? Ye'd likely dae as she seid! Ah coudnae lick even Ter-raen by masel', lat alane wi' ye an' th' hoond oan my heels. If ye'd brocht Apikotoa as Ah tauld ye tae, than mebbe. Twa agin three, at worst. Ah willnae risk it noo.
"Talk her intae comin' wi' us, of her ain will? Ah think ye jes' canna bear tae be parted frae th' wee green tairt! We cannae tak her wi' us. Leuk, she tried tae charm me tay, thocht she didnae plan on mah bein' a dwairrrf. Noo, she hasnae tried again, sae like eneuch she canna, aw it willnae wirk oan me again th' day. But ye ken hou magic wirks – ye git back yer spells whan th' sun hoves intae view in th' mornin'. Than, whaur woud we be? Days fram naewhaur in' th' mid ay th' swamp. She'd hae aw fower ay us charmed afair we kent. Mebbe she means nae harm, aw mebbe she's haudit back acause she disnae hae me dancin' fur her yit. We're jes' lucky she wadnae leave her shrine.
"Noo, Ah think we're jes' gonnae hae tae dae as she says, an' set aff."
Gildrim reopens the door to the garden. "Come alang', big fella. We're leavin'. Fare thee weel, nixie."[sblock=OOC]Phew, I'll be thinking in Gildrese for the rest of the day.[/sblock]