Raistlin let out a breath, coughing. "It seems the house elves can hear the blasted thing. If we can't find a counter to the curse, there is always the chance that a silencing spell would work."

"They were still wrong, but would they listen? Oh no. No one listens to me. After all, I *am* the narrator, I know what's going on. But why would they listen to the likes of me?"

The voice continued to prattle and Raistlin somehow resisted the urge to bang his head against the table in frustration.