The entirety of the small conversation between the newcomers and and their tough love bonding the caged man spent having a blissful face and teary eyes pointing upwards at the sky through the grey bars of the cage, as he relaxedly muttered some inarticulate words of thanks and gladness for this most blessed of releases. If he could, he surely would have jumped and danced and sung merry songs of freedom and defiance that would warn even the low hanging clouds off. But he could not. Soon, he hoped, he would, and no one would stand in his way.

[color=fff200]”Quack! Quack! Quack!”[/color] goes his mouth, and he laughs, drawing the attention of the long awaited guests. [color=fff200]“Quacky quacky![/color]”  He then for some reasons licks his own freezing nose and whistles to the crow, his old companion. Quickly, his euphoria subsides. 

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“Happy me! And poor yer all! You’ve come and saved me! But you’ve been fooled! You’ve been tricked by that dastardly old rascal! But enough of that! I’ve a message for ye! He’s waiting, he says! In the ‘smokey room’, he says. Up there, down the street, up in that inn somewhere, the bastard. I am not afraid of him! Oh, no, Thombud’s not afraid of any wizard, no! That’s all I’ve got, that’s all he wants of me! Go now! Quickly! Off ye go!”[/color] The mad geezer starts shaking his cage in a fit of lunacy and his blue eyes protrude so much that one would fear they'd falling out of their sockets.