Tallesin delivers a quick mental retort: "Dear Atareth, one rises to meet the challenge. ...What is it you fighters say? Tou- *pause* -ché? You see I'm a poet, and you didn't know it, what? Admittedly, the couplets were rather forced, but for improvisational verse, I've certainly heard worse."
On a more serious note, Tallesin adds, "Ireth, with your permission, I shall introduce you to Cookie as Taleira's and my accomplice so that you may more quickly deliver him."
Assuming Ireth's consent:
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"Actually, Cookie, I just remembered a better alternative. My so-called slave is in truth a dear friend, disguised as a servant for her own safety among these chauvinists. She can bring the four of us, as well as her steed, to your city now, if you are ready to go. Shall we?"