Stavanger Bay harsher times than these

she repeated big boss man's name again; what, did she want to see him? murgash's expression was quizzical, confused even -- he flipped a torn ear in her direction as she lurked closer.

she didn't look lost, at least, not in the physical sense. disoriented, maybe -- or maybe it was murgash that was disoriented. he couldn't really say. what was happening again?

he sat on his rump promptly, the action producing a small whoosh of sand and air. "wot? ye want skelliboss? wots wrong with ye noice pal murgy?"