>>5274470>>5274476>>5274504>>5274510>>5274544>>5274627>>5274660>>5274843>>5274936"How do you do, fellow sunlight enjoyer? Have you seen any other dark elves traveling through Everlund?" At once, you both attempt small talk and probe for information on potential allies... or enemies, depending on their allegiance. Picking a book with a colorful exterior at random, you look over the title and skim its pages to confirm that you can understand most of the words. Apparently the setting is a real place, the far-off nation of Calimshan. What does 'nubile' mean? At any rate, you felt confident that you could figure it out.
"Matter of fact, I did, ma'am. Came and bought a few of my wares, even." That piqued your interest. You raise an eyebrow and shift your focus to him, prompting him to go on. "One of them bounty hunting types. He picked up some manuals on mountain climbing, I think." A male, then. Ilythiiri men were more often involved in mercantile and mercenary endeavors than women, and consequently had more exposure cultures outside of the Underdark. It made some sense, then, that at least one of them would strike out on their own to ply their trade up here.
Grabbing another book, you examine its contents. It is a simplistic work, presumably for young Rivvin, depicting the adventures of an elf princess and her forest friends. Perfect for learning from. The book peddler perks up. "Is that one for your daughter? 'Cause I've got a few more that she'll-"
"No," you bark coldly, shutting the conversation down with a single harsh word. No daughters. Not even a single son to pass your skills to. Motherhood is sacred in your culture, and females that birth several daughters are lauded as the exemplars of your race. Those such as yourself, meanwhile... no, this was not the time to be pensive. What was it that you wanted to ask? "Did he happen to mention a..." you glance over your shoulder. The word 'Eilistraee' still felt dangerous, but you would never get anywhere by meekly circling around the subject. "... a goddess? Eilistraee."
"'fraid not. Didn't seem like the type that prays a lot, either. Neither do you- uh, no offense or nothing." A dead end. You'll have to look elsewhere if you want to find followers of Dark Dancer. You decide to pick out one last book. 'My Wife is a Yuan-ti Spy!?' The prose seems odd at first, until you deduce that it is not a novel, but a collection of skits for two people. Was there a chance that you could find someone who would... ha! As if.
