The companions' distraction must have amused<em>someone</em>because a giggle emanated from the pair of trousers still retreating across the rocks. Between titters, it seemed to say something in a chiming, sing-song voice.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Zeldana only"</div><div class="spoiler_body">You know the language to be Sylvan. <em>"Oh my,"</em> the pants titter. <em>"Just imagine how big he must get when he's <strong>not</strong> soaking wet in the cold."</em><br/></div></div><br/>Up on his perch, Hor flapped and squawked, clearly not sure what to make of these talking pants.