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"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?!?!"
Your scream is muffled by your claws grasping your eyes. First thing first. You coil your neck around <span class="mu-r">Throdenslemoni's</span> before slamming your forehead, from nose to horns, together. Above all, you're relieved she's back in one piece. Physically at least. You hope. Damn, could the guy use some mentalism magic to charm her? On way to find out... Confront your sister. If she insults you, she's herself. Else, it might mean trouble.
"YOU'RE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO DATE, YOUNG LADY!
-<span class="mu-r">I'm not dating, Sidridipshit. He's a boy, he's my friend. I was just precising his gender. Because it's less than obvious at first sight.</span>"
That's a relief... But why does Edwyrd looks as dumbfounded as you feel?
"Well, let's discuss something else. Care to tell us about your quest? Good news, we have some fresh skaven Jerky."
You let her lead the way. Mainly so you can keep your eyes on the guy sending you predator vibes. Mustering all your psychic power, you hammer a thought to the elf :
"If you try to do ANYTHING untoward my sister until she is an Adult I will have my Brother find a nice bucket for your remains and a nice Portal to dump you straight into Chaos itself."
"<span class="mu-r">So, first things : their are three kind of elves. The one we already know, and I visited, are called the Highborn. Some renegades are named the Dread Elves. Both of them are a schism from the same peoples, sharing common ancestor with the Woodland Elves. Highborn and Dread are the sea master; their cities are built on Island for the first ones, floating towns on permanent clear weather zones for the second.</span>"
>Ask about more elven lore
>Ask about her journey
>Ask about the elf latent in the room
