Urist turned his head to face the voice. "Ya' what? Ya' wan' me axe? YE ALREADY 'AVE IT! WOT KIND O' MINE 'S THIS?! YE SPEAK OF BLOODY DEMONS AN' YE GOT GUARDS AN' BOWS, AN' I DUN SEE A SPECK O' GOLD 'ROUND 'ERE!" he shouted in response, going for his boot-knife, but failing due to his restraints.