"What sort of help do you want?" Geo asked.
"And what sort of trouble are you in that you need help out of it?" added Urson.
You ... don't ... have ... good ... minds, Snake said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Urson asked. "Our minds are as good as any in Leptar. You heard the way the priestess talked to my friend the poet, here."
"I think he means we don't hear very well," said Geo.
Snake nodded.
"Oh," Urson said. "Well, then you'll just have to go slow and be patient with us."
Snake shook his head. Get ... hoarse ... when ... shout ... so ... loud. Suddenly he went over to the bunks. You ... hear ... better ... see ... too if ... sleep.
"Sleep is sort of far from me," Urson said, rubbing his beard with the back of his wrist.
"Me too," Geo admitted. "Can't you tell us something more?"