"Sire. I know you and 'him' are both collectors, shall we say, of rare objects, but you shouldn't assume that he also is looking for the Token. 'He' may not even be aware of its existence," said Drat.
"Oh, he knows about it my furry little friend. It was one of the first things we fought over when he told me his collection was better than mine," growled Druzzy.
"He has always been poking his pointy little, no, I take that back, his pointy BIG nose in my affairs ever since," said the King as he put his hands in front of his nose and acted like it was long and pointy. "Even your nose is not as big as his," chuckled Druzzy, now in a little better mood.
"Now Drat, how are we going to get that token?"
"It is Hewy, Sire. He is the master musician that wrote the music for your last rock party. You know, the one where you showed off the new jewel added to your crown. The one that the Goob..."
"Don't say his name!" roared Druzzy.
Drat, The Rat, did not move nor complete his comments. He silently waited for the King of the Trolls to calm down enough to speak. When he did, it was to tell his minion to find Hewy and bring him to the royal court for a commission.