Elf guards have thrown in scraps of some kind of bad-smelling jerky. Rog is
afraid to eat it. Derk is feeding his to Chomp. He has been tossing bits of it into
the air and watching Chomp scorch them with his hot-tongue and catch them with
his sticky one.

Qatalya stays outside the cage next to Rog and whispers to Rog, but more to herself,
about how some ideas for getting us out won’t work. Rog suggested hitting all the elves with big
rocks, but Qatalya says there are too many of them. She can’t hit them all by herself
without the elves catching her.

Rog let not-elf talk to herself a little while longer and watched the little
pieces of jerky catch fire in the air.