Araskes: "If we kill him we'll NEVER know what happens to that wooden doll who wants to become a real boy. None of us can read."
(scorn murmuring in agreement)
Hiraks, signing: //Pirrha reads…//
Yaviks: "But can he do the voices? The Sov prince does the voices."
Kaniks, turning his attention to Pirrha immediately with an eager voice: "Ooo! Yes, yes! Pirrha talk like wooden boy!"
Pirrha, uncomfortably raising all four of his hands: "I don't-"
(barons and observing scorn all clammering together, commanding Pirrha to "do the wooden boy voice")
Pirrha: (closes his eyes and grits his teeth in frustration before reluctantly submitting to their demands)
Pirrha: (in a zesty, high-pitched voice) "Oh, I'm a little wooden boy and I'm made of- my legs are sticks!" (clears throat awkwardly)
(a momentary silence of disappointment and discomfort befalls the scorn)
Yaviks, looking away: (bitterly) "Eugh, that was awful."
