"We're packing, packing" replied Klaatu to Alexia. "We plan to accompany you on your search for the Lordly Rod of Might, of Might. And Dawn, here, wants to come. She's a mage-in-training." He peered up at Alexia... up close he noticed the tall young elf had very unusual white hair... "Like moonlight" thought the fundimentalist. "Remarkable."
He cleared his mind. What had she asked him? Oh, yes...
"No, I haven't seen that other one." (Klaatu acted as if he hadn't already overheard Grim's name), "'Grim' was his name, was it? Well, that seems apt, seems apt. He seems dark and grim. I don't understand it. One minute he was down the hill, the hill there with you, and the next he had melted into the shadows. Someone must tell me how he does that."
"Come into my storeroom. I have maps of this entire land. I plan to bring some with me. But..." he said, squinting up into her eyes again and tapped his furry gray head with a pointed metal fingernail, "...all my maps are up here, up here. Graandu -- I think you call us 'Mole-Men' -- have good memories. Comes with the trade, the trade, you know."
"Here. Choose from my supply of weapons. Try on this chain mail. It is very light and strong, very strong. Queen Vashti always wore one of my hauberks." It was of a very fine mesh and almost unnoticeable under normal clothes, although not of the incredible metal sewn into Klaatu's own robes.
He went on, "You might like this <squeak>, I mean, this chain-spike-weapon. You wear this chain around your neck like a necklace. Very pretty. Nobody suspects it's a weapon. The spike that hangs down is <squeak>, I mean, made of a very dense and hard metal that can penetrate almost anything. Even rocks. Well, most of them. And pretty much any armour."
"See, the attractive curve in the spike and how it fits in your hand? People think it is only jewelry, jewelry. Very handy. You yank the chain off your neck -- note that it separates here; yes, try it -- yank it off your neck, and swing it over your head like a flail, or just stab your attacker with it. Helps when your boyfriend gets too 'friendly', if you know what I mean!" He grinned wickedly.
"Practice, Practice, I say. Pretty soon you'll be able to pin a spider, a spider to the wall with it."
"And look here. If you press this button on the spike, the spike, it shoots out an ultra-dense dart, made of <squeak>. Get that creep right in his eye. Maybe decorate the interior of his brain!"
He waited to see if she would get it...
"That's a joke," he said, "a joke?...