"Hmm,... dat a goo' poin'... but dey does taste like rott'n ass.." he muttered back, before palming another loaf of bread from the bounty and hobbling back to the opened trunk, this time extracting a red vial.

"Dontcha worry kiddo, 'slong as ya keeps outta sight, an' does what we tells ya wit'out askin' 'buncha questions, should be right 'tas rain."

He popped the seal on the red flask, hesitated a second, then downed it before uttering gagging and other sounds of protest while slamming a fist against the wall.

'Hot dayum! Dis yer idear o' a joke lady!? At's nastier an' usual! I think i'd radder DIE 'an drinks anodder of 'em narshty bottles a troll piss!'

He tapped his other leg on the floor experimentally, then stood on it freely.

'Works 'dou. But DAYUM.'

He shoved the bread into his face, eager for something to take the foul taste out of his mouth, then turned toward the prince and Jazdia again, noting forvthe first time the livid scowl she had.

"We gotta git him inta sommat nobuddy gunna knowed he were a prince in. Dirty up his hair a bit, an put im in common clothes. Hide 'im in plain sight. I's got plenty a dirt....' he muttered.  'We gotta fin' 'im some clothes.'