"Drat," Roger muttered when he saw the powrie run off, back the way it had come.

"Lucky me," Roger muttered under his breath, and that only got him an even harder tug from the dwarf with the rope.

"Impossible," Roger muttered, for they must have covered more than five miles by then.

"I was thinking about the vulcanization process," Roger muttered.

Roger muttered something in his sleep, but that was all.

"Aye, it's likely to be a permanent condition, too," Roger muttered.

"Jesus," Roger muttered, shoving the hair back from his forehead.

"Just be sure the girl doesn't catch you again," Roger muttered.

"At least I'm not the only one who's insane," Roger muttered.

"After what we saw in there, I'd believe anything," Roger muttered.