[spoken faintly under his breath, sounding amused]

Natha che'el retlah del rivven lueth nau i'dol doeb del ol. Phuul dos galla ulu tesso ussa folbol, Lloth?

[speaking to the computer]

Hello?

Does this thing actually work? It appears to receive messages without difficulty, but as for sending them, who can say?

[sounds of booted footsteps and jewelry jingling, then a silent pause, followed by a low voice]

Unless it has undergone a great deal of redecorating, this is not Calimport.

[frustrated sigh]

I shall have to find that wizard and demand my money back.

[another silence, followed by more footsteps, another pause, and then the sound of a foot deliberately striking the ground]

In a dead zone, no less. What in the Nine Hells was that blasted idiot thinking? Forget demanding my money back. I'll simply take it from the man's corpse. After I get to Calimport, which I am beginning to realize could be halfway around the world.

I should have done the thrice-damned spell myself.