Tiny Whispers

*Late at night you, as you were attempting to fall asleep. You could hear the breathing of those in the room. But between snores and grunts the sound of a tiny voice could just be heard. You listen.. focusing trying to figure out who shes talking too*
 
One, Two, Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
 
Seven great looking incisors. Plus the two cuspids from that dragonborn. They are most lovely. Oh Mr. Whiskers they are just what we needed.
 
Yes I think so too. We will have to send them back soon.
 
The Goliath does have excellent canines... Perhaps he will let me touch them? I think this is a nice group. Maybe we should stay for a while. Traveling in a party is safer then skulking about in the shadows.
 
*The conversation seems to trail off*