"I wish you would just tell me what we're here for."
"So do I, believe me!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
A strangled cough was the only reply.
They stood somewhere in the forest, mist and regular old darkness combining so that only the glow of Roderick's markings were visible from a distance, and until now they had been managing a pretty good pace, considering that they'd been arguing the whole time. Now they stopped, which elicited another cough from Roderick.
"Look," said Foxglove, "Alphonse wouldn't tell me a single thing about the job this time. You're supposed to be the reliable one."
Roderick snorted. "That's new. I would tell you, all right? You know I would, but I think Al did something to me because I can't seem to say anything about it."
A pause. "If I can't know what's going on, why am I even here?"
"For traps, I think."
"I guess that's something." And they continued on.