[Voice]

[asouroldelf]

[A snort.]

Turn my back for ten seconds and the lot of your are wussing again. What in the git's hell're you all on about now, eh?

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[dawn_hunter]

You have visited one of the hells?

[asouroldelf]

Nah, ain't so lofty as to be going there. Git's been there, though. Owns the place, or so I hear.

[dawn_hunter]

You know one of the lords of the hells?

[asouroldelf]

Says he is. Could just be he reads the dictionary so much his head's boggled.

[dawn_hunter]

One of the lords of the hells a scholar? [A thoughtful pause.] No more strange than a drow living among the surface elves, perhaps.

[asouroldelf]

Faldain ain't strange, that's sure, nor a bad sort.

[dawn_hunter]

You know one of the drow?

[asouroldelf]

Liable to know a few, eh? Not like they're much good at keeping hid.

[dawn_hunter]

Rare it is for one of the surface to so readily accept my kind.

[asouroldelf]

[A snort.]

Wouldn't call it readily.

[dawn_hunter]

No, I misspoke. But more easily than others I have met in my travels.

[asouroldelf]

Once you marry a human and befriend a vampire, might as well throw in with the drow, I suppose.

[dawn_hunter]

You too have married a human?

[asouroldelf]

Getting right fashionable, it is. That was years ago, mind.

[dawn_hunter]

Aye, so was mine. Many years ago.

[asouroldelf]

Yours didn't snore, did it? Bet they all do.