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Alice feels like being investigated by a curious tribe that has never seen an European and lets Daran's otherwisely unforgivable antics slide with a mild smile. It would be impolite to interfere with the naive musings of stone-age people.
Finally someone notices my uniqueness!
Most people so far just took me for granted, it was quite disappointing...

> He inspects Alice more closely, taking her hand and pinching it hard, then attempting to peal away a fingernail
Haha that tickles Sir Edermath!

> He attempts to lift the kimono but Alice slaps his hand away instinctively.
Now now, you are quite bold Sir Edermath! I appreciate your taste but we just met! And how rude, I surely don't smell, all I touch should be digested and cleaned perfectly. Could it be that my skills are still insufficient for your excellent senses in this pathetic form? 
Alice looks at Daran with the same keen interest. What a curious being. Very powerful yet hopelessly arrogant. Like all of them, no matter how often this has brought them doom.

> the metallic skin of the denizens of the outer nirvana
Alice's eyes narrow for a moment. This man must be thoroughly questioned once she has become stronger. Could the influence of the Golden Man and his servants have spread to this world? That would be dangerous!

> The lifespans of the lesser races are so pathetically short, what can even be expected?" he tsked, "It's such a waste."
Alice nods again and raises her finger but hesitates and remains silent. Ignorance is bliss and what she could say would not sit well with this old man.

Alice is surprised to see another elf coming to investigate her. Is there a nest somewhere? This is becoming a little intrusive.
> "Do you understand me little one? Do you wish to know about weather and trees? Watch the eyes, there's something there beyond gears and wheels or simple animation."
I am afraid I don't. I cannot perceive magic, mana or souls, whatever you call it. This is the price of my existence.
Yet I do know a great deal about weather and trees, enough to deduct that neither this weather nor these trees are in a natural state. Thus some sort of outside influence, probably magic must be involved. While I love what you made of your trees, this weather is inacceptable! We must find the source of this cold and eradicate it - or I'm outta here!
Alice looks at the goblets on the table and bows
I hope to one day be worthy of having a taste of your cider! May you and your trees live well, until we meet again!

We will, we must...
Alice mumbles while joining Ashley with the sheep. She tries to touch the funny animals but they flee in terror.
Hmm, looks like I'm not very well-liked today! Well no wonder in this shape. I can't wait to get my original form back. Me and smell - me of all peopl...
Alice suddenly remembers having 4 dried goblin ears skewered on her spear
Ohhhyeah, that was it!
She takes one ear off and looks at it.
Yep, tastes and smells awful. Finding a way to turn these fuckers into something tasty won't be easy.

Alice turns to Ashley
Hey, don't take it personally, these guys are always like this. Acting like the masters of the universe despite being a dwindling and doomed race. Outside of a few weird backwater worlds like this one they're basically gone and the fate that ultimately awaits them isn't pretty. I still like them despite their insolence. A treasure trove of knowledge, skill and culture. These trees, I will never be able to reproduce something like that!

But yeah dealing with them always is a pain. I wonder if we can achieve anything here aside of wasting time.

Alice looks over to the table
Hey do you think they'll be alright? Yulya is on the verge of crying and I have no idea how long Cat will play the obedient slave.