Rolled 7, 18, 5, 20, 11 = 61 (5d20)
>>5287805>>5287680>>5287656>>5287538>>5287515>>5287512>>5287433>>5287368>>5287363“Elf-Specialist, Paeris, to me,” you grunt, taking a break from your excavations to catch your breath.
Both the males hurry to your side.
“There is an elf on the shelf above,” you say, hurriedly appending “Do not look!”
They resist the urge to do so.
“You both speak the tongue of these creatures, yes?” you say. “you know them?”
“Yes,” the Elf-Specialist is quick to answer.
“Not… These ones, specifically,” Paeris says after a moment, more hesitant. “Elves are not monolithic. They have factions, tribes… Like our clans and subraces, but less unified. They have distinct cultures, dialects…”
“Disorganization and weakness to exploit,” the Elf-Specialist says dismissively, “but fundamentally, they are simple creatures. Long-lived, but still mammalian, ruled by common passions. They are fascinating exemplars of how far an ape can strive, but their variations are cosmetic curiosities.”
“As you say, Superior One,” Paeris allows, though you see him frown and sense unease in his posture.
“I am going to continue digging,” you say, rolling your shoulders and getting back into position. “Keep it from shooting me in the back. Keep it from leaving, to bring MORE elves to shoot us ALL in the backs. Ideally, bring it down to speak with us directly. Can you do this?"
"Yes," the Elf-Specialist answers, eager to prove himself.
"...I will not fail you, Dragonborn," Paeris answers, conscious his musical disappointment days prior.
