Re: [Act II, Scene IV] Through the MountainÂ’s Core
"I've got some oil and a candle, perhaps we could burn him out?"
It must have been long past the oldster's naptime. Jests weren't usually his thing, and this moment was no exception.
He tapped his hand on the side of the minecart. "Nay, I don't have any rope, nor spikes, nor much of anything useful apart from my bedding and food for that no-good, begging, flea-wagon over there..."
Chomper raised his ears a bit, at what he assumed was a compliment.