“I don't suppose you are here to rescue me?” Hakon said weakly. The small red squirrel c****d his head and rubbed at his pointed furry ears. “No? I didn't think so.”
“Why?” a voice called out. Hakon's eye's opened wide and with what little strength he had moved his head about to find the one who had spoken.
“Who speaks to me? Please come forward?”
“Why?” the voice asked once more. Hakon turned his head towards the red squirrel and with a confused look upon his face he watched the creature closely.
“Did you?” Hakon shook his head, for if he heard the creature speaking he knew for certain that death must finally be close.
“I asked you a question, mortal. Why? Are you in need of rescuing?” the squirrel asked inquisitively.
“You can talk?”
“Of course, I can talk. How else would I conver
