Chapter 12: The Linchpin
"Ukl ron daghrba!"
Irwin looked at the green Demon, glaring at him, unsure what to do. One of the two was barely conscious, but the other glared at them constantly. A look around showed that the others were staring at him, expecting him to do something. He missed Greldo already.
"It sounds like the languages the sea-portal closing sailors in port speak," Daubutim said.
Sea portals? Irwin thought.
"Can you understand it?" he asked hopefully, deciding Daubutim was getting odder with every passing moment.
Daubutim frowned and poked the chained-up demon, causing it to grunt what was probably a string of curses.
"Something about my mother and a dog," he said, showing no reaction but a slight frown. "Gurgin tar," he grumbled, his tongue stumbling at parts.
There was a moment of stunned silence from both the party and the tied-up green demon, then the demon barked a laugh and rattled off a few quick, guttural sentences.
"What did he say?" Irwin asked.
"I don't know. It's too fast. I asked where it is from... I think. But I have no idea what it replied," Daubutim said.
He grunted something again, and this time, the green demon waited before speaking slowly and carefully. Daubutim nodded and replied.
For the next few minutes, the others watched as he spoke in short, halting words with the tied-up demon. Finally, he nodded and turned to Irwin.