Xor looked politely puzzled. "Yanky doodle? A fox? Well, I can assure you Fyroh is absolutely fine; he's just woken up, but I told him not to leave the bed, he still needs to recover-"
"Not any more, Xor, I told you I'm fine!!" Fyroh called out, and slid down the banister instead of walking down the stairs. Xor frowned. "As for the fox, just throw it out, it'll yip until you either pay it some attention or get rid of it." Fyroh nodded. "Drives Olhal mad, that thing does." he said. Suddenly, Xor's eyes lit up. "Yanky doodle... yanky doodle... Ha ha ha... no... Yes!!" he finished. "Olhal didn't just find those bottles, someone gave them to him... and I have my suspicions it was Jankhe... but no harm seems to have come over Olhal, except for being drunk." he concluded. "If anything, Jankhe healed Olhal... why would he do that?..."