I look at trilby, "Aren't we forgeting knife? I mean, after all, he's why we came here."
Roland shrugs, "I don't know. I have some cards."
A small little hole in the night stand appears, and a small little gerbil walks out of it.
"Well I say - oh, goohd deay. why doh you, one's old bean, seem soh sad?"
He coughs, "Sorry. Anyway, whats wrong? You seem rather sad."
Gaylor throws a splash potion on him, and the hand heals.
"There. Now, tell me, why are you here?"