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>>/5193/ > Sounds good, doesn't it? "Well aren't you well behaved for a yaulë, and that's a very nice set of armor there, I wonder who you had to kill to get that? Well no matter, please sit if you're allowed by your master." He offered a chair across the porch table. >>/5176/ > Alice steps forward with Yulya in tow to address Daran >>/5197/ >>/5194/ > Haa! Your trees truly are splendid, Sir Edermath! I have rarely seen trees in such perfect shape. And they seem unaffected by this horrible weather. Is this magic? By the way what is your opinion on this cold? I am not from this area but I was told it should not be freezing here. This does not seem to be natural weather! Very suspicious! We would love to have a quick taste of your cider! It must be excellent considering those trees! Haa, how nice it would be to relax here for a while but we're in a but of a hurry. Dead dwarves are bad for our business, you understand! "Well well Yulya, what do you have here?" He said with a smirk and an eyebrow raised. "I naturally presumed, a Cleric needs an undead attendant, but such soulless creations have no ability to converse naturally, and what a chattering little thing it is. How amusing. Could it be some sort of automation? The very idea of it is curious. Well wonders never cease, and it even asks questions, I wonder if it truly understands or if it's somehow programmed to converse in such a manor." He inspects Alice more closely, taking her hand and pinching it hard, then attempting to peal away a fingernail, "It commented on the trees as if it knew, it concerns itself with idle chit chat, is this your doing, some trick perhaps? Such a sturdy thing too, though the hands aren't very realistic, the skin feels like the skin of a snake or lizard. No, this isn't as I first thought, certainly not the flesh of a once alive thing nor the metallic skin of a the denizens of the outer nirvana. Certainly not the crude mindless savages of the Dwemer artificers. Curious indeed. Wherever did you find such a thing?" He attempts to lift the kimono but Alice slaps his hand away instinctively. He pulled his hand away and then smells it,'' "Ugg, it's been tainted by the stench of the goblins, please have it stand back." His expression fell, "Yulya the Aasimar, why would you allow the smells of goblin and carriage grease, do you not wash your things? Is there no notion of soap in the wilds these days? Now, do sit. Don't you have anything to say for yourself? Another thing." He moved on with a lecturing or mentoring tone, "You know, elves are the predominant peoples of this land, a gift from the same gods you worship, cleric of Eldath, her light shines so dimly through you I could hardly tell, perhaps she's disappointed you've forsaken the children of Ilúvatar. This I believe must be punishment for not having one of their own grace your party, you would do well to recruit one as soon as possible. Not to have an elf in your party nearly guarantees your deeds will go unsung. The lifespans of the lesser races are so pathetically short, what can even be expected?" he tsked, "It's such a waste." He shoos Ashley away with a flick of his wrist and a turned up nose as if she's peddling gong. "Go along and play in the mud with the sheep little dathrasi, the adults will call you when they're ready to leave." Ashley rolled her eyes and did exactly that, "Chase me Alice!" in moments she was chasing sheep in the tall grass.