Drhakul entered the briefing room where the Grey One had been waiting.
“Dahk grak shoz,” said the Grey One.
“Xat harl guh zoeah?” asked Drhakul.
“Grarl chock sa,” said the Grey One. Drhakul sat down. “Xat harl ahk savh arr guhk rhajioges?”
Drhakul seemed confused. “Xah hshieai grah shon?”
“Gai rhakha nodul.”
“Grak cha xanhai. Gih heinlixal oveck.”
“Gai nak norhax,” replied the Grey One. Drhakul seemed even more confused. “Gai nasho grak nakh jarah guhk Brick nav greid. Gih nar sha jaff na xohl.”
“Kou farga na xohl grak?” asked Drhakul.
“Gai ja nafah xarik jorna. Lu caf dra kares na sho,” replied the Grey One, rather simply. “Ja har kuh vav norek.”
“Na gah guhshra kaga.”
“Gai sho,” said the Grey One.
“Sho,” said Drhakul.