‘That’s what I thought, too, Master Willem. But Cook and Carr have filled a great number of buckets and pots and stand ready to douse the flames. From the windows on the second floor. And those in the inn will rush out with pitchfork and club and claw, tooth, and sharp beak to drive the beasts back from the inn walls.’ He paused for a moment, beetling his brow. At least that’s what I understood the owl and the cat and Masters Mori and Stamo to be discussing.’
Birger shrugged his thin little shoulders and looked wide-eyed at the Halflings. ‘’Tis very hard to get the sense of a conversation, when half of it is in hoots and growls and meows and such.’
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