“Sorry, Gom Gobblechuck.” Thrulvar was laughing openly. “You’re coming with us.”
“Where!” Gom cried, “and why!” As if he hadn’t guessed.
Thrulvar gestured to the company, who as one bowed gravely from the waist. “To the camp where our leader sits. You see, we’re Yul Kinta, and our chief is Lord Urolf.”
