"She thinks it's an insult," Deimos explained, glancing left and right, taking notice of the other faces around curiously. "All the proper ladies don't like her very much so she dun wanna be one." Did he get that right? Probably not but it was hard remembering hour-long explanations of injustices he didn't understand.
"Oh, I've brought the arsewhip thingie. I wasn't sure what to do with it. Mr Biggie said sommin' about slapping the person who sent it but that just don't seem right. Ooooh." Having discovered his name on a card on the table, the boy zoomed in on it. When his gaze fell on the ink drawing a surprised crow escaped him and bounced off the tent walls.
"This! This looks exactly like the temple the crazy-dead brother wanted to build! How'd you get this?!"