"Eh? What'ss that?" Sirra turned to Ray'narr. "Whjy won't he sspeak up?!"

"Apologjiess, rou'fai." The elderly manservant bowed to her, and then turned to the red-haired forrda. "jYourr fjinesst nerrf steak. Raw, pleasse."

Sirraaithi turned her wrinkled glower on the forrda until the young male excused himself. "jIf thjiss jiss what ssserrrvjice meanss to Sasseeri jI wonderr what jI'm dojing herrre."