'Got her,' Bottle said. 'Awake...stretching - yes, got to stretch, Sergeant, don't ask me why. All right, three people in the kitchen, all sweating, all rolling their eyes - they look terrified, huddling that way. I hear sounds in the tavern. Someone's singing...'
Fiddler waited for more.
And waited.
'Bottle-'
'Slipping into the tavern - ooh, a cockroach! Wait, no, stop playing with it - just eat the damned thing!'
'Keep your voice down, Bottle!'
'Done. Woah, crowded in here. That song...up onto the rail, and there-' Bottle halted abruptly then, swearing under his breath, he rose. Stood for a moment then snorted and said, 'Come on, Sergeant. We can just walk right on in."
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