“'Ow are
ewe gonna do that?” Stonedildo asks Raven.
“Simple,”
Raven replies, producing the chalk from his pocket. “I'm going to
draw a door into the prince's vault, walk in and take them.”
“There
may be a more eloquent solution,” Raven hears the other, new voice
say.
“Who
said that?” he demands.
“Oh,
that's Tom,” Robert tells him, gesturing at the air around him.
“Tom?”
Raven asks, “Well where is he?”
“He
takes a bit of time to catch up,” Robert replies. “You see that
sparkly stuff just there?”
Raven
looks closely at the air Robert is pointing at. After a few moments
he notices shades of blue and green coming and going in the
atmosphere.
“Good
grief lad,” he says, “You're friends with a talking gas?”
