"Of course," Tharn said. "But that does not mean they can understand us. We do not speak their tongue, so we need not worry of being overheard."
"But what can we do?" Trakor demanded for the second time.
"At present, nothing. There is a way for us to escape but it depends on them leaving us here until Dyta finds his lair for the night."
"And if they don't leave us here until dark?"
Tharn's smile appeared again. "Would you cheat them of their pleasure by worrying yourself to death?"
Trakor digested that in silence, seeing the wisdom in his friend's quiet words. He found his fear lessening fast; there was something in Tharn's calm acceptance of their present difficulty that inspired confidence in their eventual escape.
With the waning of his own fear he found room for concern about someone else. "Tharn!" he gasped. "Are these the ones who captured Dylara?"
A somber expression crept into the cave lord's eyes. "I am sure of it."
"Do you think that they have ... that they...." He could not finish.