"A voice as fine as that to you was gifted," you say appreciatively, "when it declaims in verse…doth still seem stilted."
They snort, pleased that you too can sling iambs so effortlessly. "The perspective of the true connoisseur of the stage should carry weight with me, I suppose."
Onward
A clatter on the other side of the wall breaks the moment. It dawns on you that you'd been hearing a rhythmic scooping sound for some time, though it'd faded in the background of other night noises.
"Did you—" you begin to ask, before realizing that your nameless companion is already peering over the wall.
"I suppose so," you finish.
You join them at the wall, craning your neck to see as far as you can, and catch sight of three figures next to a cart. The ground around them is dug into holes in at least five places—it's hard to make out more amidst the shadows.
"S'blood, keep a handle on it," one spits to the other, who reaches down to pick of a dropped shovel. "You make enough noise, we're fit to be spotted…"
As the woman talks, she scans her eyes across the wall—and spies the two of you head-on.
Caught