Olhal muttered something, disgruntled. "Why isn't he here?" he asked himself out loud; a little louder than expected. Fyroh took no notice, knowing where his business ended; and he probably knew who he was referring to, anyway.
Suddenly, Olhal remembered something from earlier; irrelevant, but intruiging. He turned to Fyroh and asked, "Fyroh... care to tell us about the girl you've always told me about?"
Fyroh grunted, and almost instantly broke eye contact, turning away and looking to the floor.