Dragoncrest Cliffs party down with vigor and candor

"it's me!" val giggled, liking the way haunt's ears had gone from forward, to flat, to forward again -- all the while tracing the way the voices rebounded endlessly down the tunnel.

he didn't know how he knew it -- maybe it was his intuition, or the fact that he'd never heard anyone besides himself yell rabbit guts ... but he knew the voice, however distorted, that came back to him was uniquely his own.

"i think.. anyway." hmm. maybe there was someone down there, a troll maybe, playing copycat. val started to consider this seriously with a frown. "you think there's someone down there?"