A strange man walks into the tavern, who bears a striking similarity to John Watson. However, he takes the appearance of an elf and not a human, short and thin with obsidian black skin, white hair, and glaring red eyes. The man wears a heavy black travelers cloak and finely crafted leather armor. Hanging on his belt is a sword of a dagger befit a king. Their scabbards are well crafted and decorated with the designs of spiderwebs, the hilts are made of some polished onyx colored material, and the pommel of the dagger has a emerald set into it, whilst the swords pommel is carved to the likeness of a spider. He approaches the bar and takes a seat.
“I’d like a glass of wine. Anything made of underground plants or fungi. The world above has a strange taste in food and wine.”
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“Huh. We have several terms for that. Friend, buddy....” Blaze sighs and looks at his wrists. “Guy who’ll torture you in two years.”
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“They all really mean the same thing. [i]khaless nau uss mzild taga dosstan.”[/i]He seems keen on repeating that phrase.
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“I guess I should also ask what that phrase means.”
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“That is a fairly simple truth. It means trust no one more then yourself. For all you know you can’t even trust me, and I could be insulting you. You definitely have proven this phrase to be correct with that one you use to call friend.”
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Blaze nods. “Yeah.....”
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“So, what now for you then?”
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He shrugs. “Go back to the bar, eat lunch with my girlfriend.”
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“Fair enough. Perhaps I shall return to your bar. Or stay here till the accursed sun falls.”
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Blaze puts on his hat. “You got problems with the sun too?”
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“Perhaps not as much as you do but I do find the sky uncomfortable. This world has no roof to it, I feel as if I could just fall into the sky at any given moment.”
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“Huh....guess that happens when you live underground.”
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“And is much rather be underground then out here. Even the night sky is rather blinding.”
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Blaze shrugs. “I like the night sky.”
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“The night sky would be beautiful perhaps, if it weren’t for the moon. Must you all always have a floating rock above you at all time, I don’t see what help the moon does for anyone.”
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Blaze shrugs. “I think it’s nice.”
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“Perhaps it may grow on me, but o fear it might take years to adjust.”
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“Maybe....I’m still not used to staying out of the sun.”
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“I would assume your kind can’t even stand under it for too long, much like mine. May I ask you, can you eat garlic?”
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Blaze grimaces. “Yeah....but when I start to use the bathroom, I remember I shouldn’t.”
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*The drow chuckles.* “And do you have the rest of the weaknesses akin to your kind?”
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Blaze nods. “Yeah....crosses....” he looks at his wrist. “I don’t want to see them again.”
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“Crosses? Just That of a particular god or will any holy symbol do the trick.”
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“I....don’t really know.”
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“Perhaps we should not try finding out.”
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Blaze nods. “I definitely don’t want to find out.”