Chapter the Second: In which we learn of the creative endeavors of a Dzur hero.

[tldr_words]

[Cold though it may be, those venturing outside in the vicinity of the lake will discover that a certain Dzurlord has set up an easel near the lake. A lackey stands nearby, handing her supplies as she needs them. Indeed, if one investigates closer, one would find that the centuries she has had to refine her technique have paid off in full; the

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[ghostduster]

[<--- lackey]

I don't think -- you're not going to listen to me, are you.

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[tldr_words]

On the contrary, my dear Watanuki--I assure you, you have my ear.

[ghostduster]

[siiigh]

I don't think elves work that way.

[tldr_words]

How, they do not? In what way do you mean?

[ghostduster]

They're not -- well -- all muscular like that. For starters.

[tldr_words]

Well, but am I not muscular?

[ghostduster]

You are, but you're also not an elf.

[tldr_words]

Bah! My friend Morrolan has told me that many Easterners consider humans such as myself "elves."

[ghostduster]

... Christmas elves are different.

[tldr_words]

[you are probably quite familiar with this confused look]

Come, then, describe these famous elves.

[ghostduster]

I-I don't actually know much about them! I've seen decorations, but that's about it.

[tldr_words]

Well, but then, how should you know this is an inaccurate portrayal?

[ghostduster]

Because that picture can't possibly be right.

[tldr_words]

I take it you have more objections to name?

[ghostduster]

Well -- Christmas elves don't kill things. I don't think.

[tldr_words]

Bah! Most things kill...why, most things!