>>5329845>>5329829>>5329819>>5329710>>5329634>>5329622>>5329591You opt to postpone torpor for a spell longer, instead joining your warriors in some much-needed catching up. Though your race is not given to frivolous revelry, this in an elven community, and so revelry is necessarily involved. Granted, the outcast elves of this dark dungeon celebrate somewhat… Differently… Than their surface kin. They are more subdued and somber, not given to singing poetic sonnets or dancing gaily. Rather, they trade war-stories, reciting carefully-rhythmic or boldly-evocative accounts of battels against aberrant horrors from the deep or hated surface-scum come crawling down in naïve greed. When they dance, it is a blade-dance, a combat demonstration.
At each display which passes muster, they toast, and drink. Among your males, only you and Oluwadamilare the Archer join them in this; your warm blood inoculates you against IMEMDIATE intoxication, and you credit your size and mystically-augmented physiology for some of this as well.
The Degenerate is the first of those you left with whom you catch up. He landed the decisive blow against the Devourer, after all… And seems to have scored another victory.
“So… The leader of the elven garrison, then?” you ask, settling in next to him to clink chitin-cups and quaff—well, insofar as either of you can ‘quaff’ this deliberately-toxic mushroom-muck.
He chuckles, a human sound despite himself.
“She was eager to hear tales of our—your—victory. To tell them properly, she needed to learn some of our True Speech, and I some of her Dark Elvish. We made it work, and…”
“Yes,” you acknowledge, filling in the gaps. “The elves, and the leader here inn particular, seem a… Sensuous people. Easily taken in passion.”
“Warm blood,” the Degenerate Archer says, an explanation which sounds almost like an apology. “I apologize for… Fraternizing. But I suppose it proves my back and legs are healing well?”
How to you reply?
>Scold Oluwadamilare for his unprofessionalism and degeneracy>Compliment his taste, and authorize his continued ‘diplomacy by other means’>Assert your claim to the Drow leader—‘dibs’, as a surfacer might say>Confide your own mating-related dilemmas [specify if you speak of Glowie or the Novice, or both, or neither][Cont.]
