Muli nods enthusiastically and grins through his wild beard of tangled whiskers;
"Yes-yes. Muli knows the little Rotian-maða... Will byrn them well...
The wild man alchemist rummages through his massive pack and picks out a couple of stuffed hedgehogs, curled up as if sleeping... He gives both a little shake then gently rolls them toward the barricade of refuse and rotten muck.
"Well fired rolls for grub's breakfast! Best we all stand back!"
As he scoots round the corner to apparent safety as the two hedgrenades wobble slowly toward their target, a gently hissing emitting from them as they go..