But sir…#91

“Do you know how sensitive and fragile this alliance is, young man?”
You close your mouth and slowly shake your head.
“Let me explain something to all of you.” He lights his pipe and takes a few puffs before continuing. “The Dark Lord is on the move. Not just against my people in the North—but against your people, here. Against the Evolu across the great sea. He’s attacking everyone…”
His fist strikes the table loudly, and the goblets jump. “EVERYWHERE!” he yells. “High King Gaston, most noble of your people—even though he does have elf blood in his veins, has pledged his own life to that of my glorious King, Kimmeldell the Bold. Friends they have been for many years…and now they band together to stop the darkness from sweeping across the world!”
He steps forward and pokes your tunic with the end of his pipe in the chest.
“And you want me to squabble about the doings of random thugs wearing costumes?” Deron shakes his head and laughs, “Do the Evolu think me so decrepit in the mind to fall for such a deception?”
“Buy sir,” you cut in, “they were humans, not elves.”

Humans? Go to page #19