“At Rocknipples69,”
Stonedildo says, “Ah fink you bedder follow id, that sounded like
id was worth 'earin'.”
“Wad are you, tashty
morsel?” Rocknipples asks Raven, raising him to the troll's eye
level.
“You can call me
Raven,” he replies in his most authoritative voice. “I am an
agent of the Forest, and were you to put me down, I may be able to
assist you in returning to your beloved bridge.”
“Dun't look like no
raven to me,” Stonedildo says.
“Quied!”
Rocknipples shouts, landing his companion a smart blow to the head,
causing a handful of chippings to shower Raven.
“If I might make so
bold,” the guide says, emerging from the shadows, no longer wearing
a blue dress but instead a very smart, tailored suit, “if you were
to give Mister Raven a moment or two of your time, I'm sure your
patience would be rewarded.”
