"ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᛏᛖᛚᛁᚾᚷ ᚢᛟ ᚠᛁᚨᛚᛏᛋ ᛞᛟ ᚢ ᛚᛏᛋ ᛞᛟ ᛚᛚ ᛞᛟ ᚢ ᚢᚾᚷ, ᚨᛏ ᛚᛖᚨᛋᛏ ᛗᛟᚢᚤ ᚢᚱ ᚤᚱᛖᚢᛞ, ᚨᛏ ᛚᛁᚨᛋᛏ ᛗᛟᚢᚤ ᛇᚱᚾ ᛁᚠ ᛇᚱ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᚠ ᚨᚢᚱ ᛋᚡᛖᛏ ᛁᚠ ᛚᛏᛋ ᛞᛟ ᛇᚱ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᚠ ᚨᚢᚱ." ( "I am telling you for the fifth time, what in the seven hells do you want? If you're deaf or mute, at least twitch your nose or wag your finger, anything instead of staring me down like a gargoyle!" )
The female butler, Drakonix, chest heaved, unused to such confounding encounters. This boy, unlike any she'd met in her whole life, had boldly entered her Lady domain but clammed up when it came to speaking. He simply stood there, eyes wide and pleading, gesturing wildly in a weird manner which Drakonix couldn't decipher.