When you reveal the lore-secrets of his sworn temple brotherhood, Brother Spade is awestruck:
- How... how did you...?! No matter, my brother! You are truly a trustworthy individual! I will show you to the Fragrant Sanctum Of Eternal Vermillion Undergarments immediately! (QM: please reflect upon why the undergarments are eternally vermillion) Now you, Wizard, tell this Honourable Spade-Monk the name of your friend, so that he may bear your message to him, and bring him forth...
Arvel/Faldnag appears very uncomfortable with this:
- Um, well no. You see I cannot reveal that, because, you see, it is meant to be a surprise, that is it, it is a secret unfathomable surprise that will take more than killing me to kill me to reveal, I am not ready...
The Jolly Halfling
>>5346844suddenly leans over and hisses
- Tell himmm...sss... tell hiimmm... Offf tthhhe ggllory offf tthhhee Brrrrrinngger Oofff Fffleshh, ...sss... Maann-Fffleshhh... ssss...
Arvel Straunge-Trull pales and swallows. Trembling all over, his lower lip quivering, Arvel quickly says:
- Yes, My Lor- I mean, at once! His name is, however, very learn-ed, see how I pronounce the last syllable there, for I too am learn-ed, not retarded, but usually it requires many years of deep study to contemplate these ancient names, you must study all the syllabaries and abugidas, otherwise you might get them Wong, it would be embarrassing, culturally inappropriate, people might mistake one person for another person. I do not want to offend anyone! (The Jolly Halfling hisses again) Ah yes, at once! So his name is of course the Noble Lord
Ah-ra-go-ern, son of
Ah-ra-tho-ern, it may be a bit too hard for you to pronounce, it requires a lot of effort because it is so exotic and foreign sounding... note in particular the Elder Futhark digraph rune th, takes the form of a p or þ in our modern language, so that the archaic obsolete ancient word thorn we now know as þorn...
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thorn_(letter)Throughout this long rambling, Willowjade the Fan-Girl has been staring at the Last Elf Legolast with a mixture of repressed lust-anger intermingled with interrupted requital. You have made her love him (?) even more.
Willowjade suddenly declares:
-Oh I do not care about your Arrow-Porn son of A-Raw-Prawn, or Arrow-þorn however you spell it. Let this stranger in! And I have a performance to give in a while...(she glances longingly at The Elf Legolast)... will you join me?
