"Ben." His name ripples in a chorus of hundreds of little voices. "Ben brings water?" the question only comes from a couple of the bolder ones.

Then they fall silent and only the glass chiming sound and distant wailing on the breeze can be heard. Suddenly, they all turn their hopeful eyes to the human. "Name us. We have no names. Are we Ben? Ben brings water. What are our names?"

The sentences start blending together, weaving into a strangely musical tone that could be a little hypnotizing from the complexity of all the murmured speaking.