An onlooker questions why this boon is not what they petitioned for.

A stocky, muscular kobold covered in scars and adorned with crude armour and decorations of war steps forward from the shadows to examine you, squeezing one of your buttocks tightly in his scaled grip and flicking the shaft of your cock. He growls; a deep, throaty rumbling, like a motor, and then addresses the regal and somewhat mystic-looking individual on the throne.

When he speaks in his snarling, yipping dialect, although you do not recognise the language or the words, you find the meaning loosely knitting itself together in your head. Somehow, you feel that you already know this to be a fleeting side effect of your unusual method of transfer, and that it will fade on its own given a some time.

"Priest, how is this? Human not of ritual, not want or ask-of! Why does Staddzaarruss accept our shinings, ripped from dirt-stone, and deliver us him-this?"

The 'Priest' rises from his seat to descend down to your level, and then begins to slowly pass a distinctly phallic-looking staff to and fro across your body. When he responds, it is not with the same tongue the soldier used. Thanks to the residual effects of the invocation magic that must have summoned you here, you can just about understand what is said, though some of the meaning and insinuations escape you. You even notice that some of the structure and phrasing makes it seem like a more ordered, better-enunciated version of the language you just heard.

Recalling a freak detail of your time as a fantasy roleplaying buff, you make the deductive leap that what you are currently listening to must be Draconic - like some of the more prominent and important-looking carvings on the cave wall - which would mean that the dialect the grizzled kobold veteran was using was the degenerated variation that common kobolds use, "Yipyak". You suppose Draconic must be reserved for use by the priesthood here...

"Do not speak so soon-sure. Sight is tricky, tricky... Studsaurus has met our short-short offering fairs-fair... I feel-see that the mind-soul is willing, pliant, though the body is fleshy. He will not resist what is done-done with him... Whatever the means chose-ed."