Rolled 11, 9, 16, 9 = 45 (4d20)
>>5716539>>5716404>>5716117>>5716113>>5716050What dragon is afraid of a rabbit? If some fairies are semi-divine, this does not look to be one of them: small, slight, wispy and barely tangible. You could rend it asunder with a breath, with a wave of your hand!... Well, probably. But then, need it be an enemy? You have made many odd friends and allies in your journeys—men, but also fellow fey-derived creatures such as the black elves of Wevenore or the hairy, spiky ‘Bogbarri’ goblinkin. What is one more curious conversational partner?
The Archer looks on in mortified terror, teeth gritted in a mirthless grin, as you step forwards and sheathe your sword.
“Hello,” you greet the True Fey in True Speech, before switching to Dark Elventongue just in case it might be more intelligible, “and greetings!”
The ephemeral entity’s eyes—or the hollow of its mask, which seems placed upon a featureless face made of greenish firelight—snap to you in what you take for surprise and shock.
[DC 17/19 diplomacy, due to ancestral enmity and
the fact that your physically-similar brother is its enemy 