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There's some black-skinned half-elf in the Nexus today, pulling back his hair as he looks around - or squints at everything, rather. He squints a whole lot at the Sign in particular.
"Okay. Sure, I have a question," he says after a moment. "Say that there's a clan of... people, who offer you a proposition: if you let them share space with you, they'll help you protect your home, and will sell you some of the food they grow on the land you will give them. The thing is, your kind and theirs don't exactly have the best rapport with each other, and both of you are suspicious of being betrayed by the other.
"So, my question is, what would you do?"
He finds a seat and drapes himself on it. "If you aren't in the mood for that puzzler, what are your thoughts on darkness? The absence of light, not evil, that is."
"Okay. Sure, I have a question," he says after a moment. "Say that there's a clan of... people, who offer you a proposition: if you let them share space with you, they'll help you protect your home, and will sell you some of the food they grow on the land you will give them. The thing is, your kind and theirs don't exactly have the best rapport with each other, and both of you are suspicious of being betrayed by the other.
"So, my question is, what would you do?"
He finds a seat and drapes himself on it. "If you aren't in the mood for that puzzler, what are your thoughts on darkness? The absence of light, not evil, that is."