"Welcome, brave adventurers," His tone is immeasurably snide, as if the term is simultaneously a sarcastic comment, an accusation, and an expression of disgust. "This is the Age of Ooze, a magical world of swords, sorcery and adventure. We are very glad that you are here, courageous travelers, for the world is in grave danger." Almost every word uttered is said as if the elf finds it repulsive, and with a great deal of spitting.
Once the monologue is done, the elf spits in Atton's face. He blinks, wiping it away slowly.
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Nearby, an elegant, berobed elf approaches.
"Welcome, brave adventurers," His tone is immeasurably snide, as if the term is simultaneously a sarcastic comment, an accusation, and an expression of disgust. "This is the Age of Ooze, a magical world of swords, sorcery and adventure. We are very glad that you are here, courageous travelers, for the world is in grave danger." Almost every word uttered is said as if the elf finds it repulsive, and with a great deal of spitting.
Once the monologue is done, the elf spits in Atton's face. He blinks, wiping it away slowly.
"... Hello to you, too."