Word on the Street

Hush, younglings. Youse got ta be learning dat de art of hearin' and seein' means closin' da mouse an letting da Deep talk to ya.
 
As the old man in clothing that at some point in time could generously be described as garishly rich talked, the rat on his shoulders made the strangest gyrations. An observant passerby might have noticed the one girl paid particular attention to the rat and not the old man's words. Of course, there were no observant passersby. It did not seem like the random journeys of this ragtag group avoided observation intentionally, but to citizens of the Deep they were invisible, just everyday scenery like weeds one walks by without ever focusing attention on.
 
Now even dough Pete be an emmissar of impotent folk...
 
-Huh? Don't worry bout emmissar, it's a grown folk word. Eh? Ya know I dunno, dat be yer job Baron - just tell her not ta worry bout dat.
 
-What you say? You be doubtin dat Pete be knowin impotent folk? Shows what you know. Now stop your sassin' or I'll be eatin one o' my wozenberries right now.

 
If this was supposed to be a threat, it may have been an overused one. The kids rolled their eyes and giggled to each other. Pete pretended not to notice.
 
Now where wuz I? You kids be lucky, runnin' da streets like ya do, ya not too likely ta git old like Pete. See dat blind alley dere? Dat's where ol' Jimmoa-bob used ta call home. Smart guy like him goes missin, dat ain' yer normal run-o-da-mill street shenanigans. Sumptin fierce is goin on. You all keep yer eyes open, but dinnae be fraid ta turn tail and spend da night up by da Trollskull. You knows da deal, y'aint no good ta no one if ya be dead.
 
The 3 kids seemed to sober up a bit. Pete continued, satisfied that his words had their intended effect.
 
It be likely dat da big boyz be gettin involved in dis one. Ya hear anyting, ya come ta Pete and let me handle lookin inta it. Bein da chosen hooman o' Lord Ratikins, and other impotent folk, (He paused and shot a glare at the children, but their cheer seemed to have disappeared) my cousins and me are da proper folk ta be puttin an end ta dis nonsense. It's always da harmless folk a' da street dat gotta pay da price when greedy types get even greedier.
 
The serious look on Pete's face faded, as though it was fatiguing unused muscles.
 
Now Jenks, ya say dat yer friends been havin fun at dis Faire, Da Sea Maiden? Bit of a workin night off, eh? Yeah, I heard o dese - but dey dint mean too much ta me when I couldn't see. Da Baron says dere be some damn fine eats, dough. Lemme see dat dere flyer...