Page 77 (Spondule’s face momentarily in a state of frantic excitement) NAVICHET: (from behind him) Spondule. (Navichet stands in the lodge, holding her box. Spondule leans back to face her, while the other patrons stare) SPONDULE: HEYyy Navi. Look I might ask to have the room to myself for a-- NAVICHET: Outside. They let the witch-band in the gate. We gotta go.