He promptly takes off, scampering down the street in a lope that looks like he is constantly just about to fall over or trip over himself. He does, in fact, trip several times, but gets back up without any signs of being affected by it and continues on.
Eventually, he leads Ioudas to a smallish, partially crushed dumpster lying upside-down, and squirms inside through a small hole barely big enough for him to get into. A moment later, he squirms back out. “Rrrr-dan no here, Ii-oh-dath ‘ait or ‘o?”
He stares down, dumbfounded.
“You two live in a dumpster?”
“‘afe! No find an’ take a’ay.” The little pet-troll grinned and pawed at his new goggles. “‘afe!”