Don't jist stand there. Git in here and let's see what you got." The voice rumbled from the shadowy figure within the cave, the question as palpably hungry as the glare of a ravenous spider-wolf. "Uh, sure, Mum," Badswell grunted, taking me by the hand. Though he still towered over me, the half-ogre seemed smaller than he had before. His shoulders slumped, and his head dipped awkwardly forward in a posture that made him look slightly off-balance. "Come on—you don't wants to keep her waitin'!" he hissed from the side of his broad mouth. Actually, at this point I was ready to keep "Mum" waiting for a very long time. My doubts about the hastily conceived idea of a rescue had grown into full-blown misgivings. Still, Bads had me pretty firmly by the arm, and there was the matter of my peculiar direction sense, the feeling that I was supposed to go into this cave. "What do we have here?" The shrill voice dropped to a whispered hiss that was, if possible, even more frightening than the shrieking cries that had echoed moments earlier.
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