>>5334576Elvish, even the dark-elven spoken down here, is a smooth and flowing language, almost as elegant in its sounds as the smoky hiss of the True Speech as spoken by the Master Race. You did not think it was POSSIBLY to form the syllables roughly, and yet… This creature, he gargles the tongue, spits it out. It is deeply unpleasant.
“I understand you,” you acknowledge, hiding your distaste for his voice. “You call me killer because your, ah… Warriors, yes?”
He grunts, and grins.
“Because you kill,” he says. “Kill my ‘bogbarri’ brothers, kill king of this place…”
“King of this place?” you ask, startled by this accusation, until you realize what he must mean. “The Devourer… Giant bug, eats metal?”
His grin widens, revealing—that is FAR too many teeth, and so uneven, so many missing, and ALL sharp. He does not reply, otherwise.
“Bogbarri… You are bogbarri, then? This is your name, for your race?”
He nods. “Called many things. Call selves bogbarri. Little babies on surface call us ‘bugbear’.”
“What do you want me to call you?”
“’Boss’,” the barbed devil—no, rather BOGBARRI, you suppose—leader taunts. “Means master.”
You sense the atmosphere grow tense. Your casting of <See Invisibility> is wearing off. But… Nobody has yet moved to attack you. What do you do?
>Agree to call him ‘Boss’, as he requests, and propose your alliance>Assume your <Augmented Dragonshape> now, and attempt to intimidate him into deferring openly and publicly to YOU, instead>Let loose your firebreath upon these impudent fools, and flee this place>Ignore his taunts, and ask this ‘Boss’ something [what?] 