Rowl turned to Littlemouse and said, “If it matters, someone is still alive in there. I can hear them.” Littlemouse blinked at him for a moment in that charmingly witless way she had, and then blurted out a translation of his words to human Benedict. Human Benedict’s eyes snapped to Rowl. “Where?” Rowl leaned his head toward the temple and said, “Am I an oracle? No, I am not. Inside.”
