Wawof: Hey you. You’we finawwy awake. You wewe twying to cwoss the bowdew. Wight? Wawked wight into that impewiaw ambush, same as us, and that thief ovew thewe,

Wokiw: Damn you, Stowmcwoaks. Skywim was fine untiw you came awong. Empiwe was nice and wazy. If they hadn’t been wooking fow you, I couwd’ve stowen that howse and been hawfway to Hammewfeww. You thewe, you and me, we shouwdn’t be hewe. It’s these Stowmcwoaks the Empiwe wants.

Wawof: We’we aww bwothews and sistews in binds now, thief.

Impewiaw Sowdiew: Shut up back thewe.

Wokiw: What’s wwong with him, huh?

Wawof: Watch youw tounge. You’we speaking to Uwfwic Stowmcwoak, the twue High King.

Wokiw: Uwfwic? The Jaww of Windhewm? You’we the weadew of the webewwion. If they’ve captuwed you, oh gods, whewe awe they taking us?

Wawof: I don’t know whewe we’we going, but Sovngawde awaits.

Wokiw: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.