".....We are prisoners of the Grue." Well, that doesn't help at all. You inch closer to the fire, suddenly conscious of a cold body next to you. You are too freaked out and focused on the dog man to pay it any mind at the moment, however.
"That's a little too simple," you reply, outstretching your hands towards the open flame. Then you realize, this conversation is the first time you've spoken. Your voice sounds ... different, older. Just how long have you been here, you wonder?
"What would you have me explain, then?" the dog man asks. You think for a moment; obviously, you want to know everything, but you decide to prioritize.
"Well, for starters,....."