Lilith is involved trying to get service from a shopkeeper who seems to be refusing her service due to her tiefling nature.
Lilith: What's your problem? My gold spends just as well as anyone else's!
The shopkeeper, Grant, sneers he speaks.
Grant: Back to hells with you, demonspawn.
I walk into the shop and see Lilith arguing with the shopkeeper. What seems to be the problem here?
I look a little relieved to see your arrived and point at the shopkeeper.
The problem is this idiot won't serve me just because I'm tiefling
The shopkeeper sneers as he replies
Grant: You think we want demonspawn touching our wares?
I am walking by, I stop for a moment. Excuse me, Grant. Is there a reason you're denying her service?
Grant sneers at you, without hesitation.
"She's a demon spawn! I ain't servin' the likes of her in my place."
I'm a half-elf paladin that walks into the store.
Lilith is growing increasingly frustrated with the shopkeeper's hostility when a nearby paladin walks into the store. Sensing that this could go south, Lilith shoots a glance in your direction.
I am a male half-elf rogue. I walk up to the shopkeeper. Hey Grant, what seems to be the problem here?
Grant turns to you and sneers.
There's a complications here, friend.
He points an accusing finger at Lilith. This one claims she has plenty of money to spend. But I know better.
She’s trying to fool me with her fancy words, expecting me to treat her like a normal person when I know what that “normal” is.
It’d be different if she actually was normal…
I am a male half-elf cleric that worships Selûne. Hey there, lilith. What seems to be the trouble here?
Lilith glances over at you, visibly annoyed but thankful to have some backup. Oh hey MidnightOasis, it seems this bigot won't let me buy anything because I'm a tiefling.
i watch from outside the store
Lilith raises her voice.
Lilith: What did you call me?!
Grant: You heard me. Demonspawn, freak.
Grant speaks with a tone of disgust.
Lilith: I have every right to shop here just like everyone else!
A male half-elf paladin steps between them May I help?
Lilith looks up to see the paladin between her and the shopkeeper.
Lilith: Yes please. It appears this man doesn't think my money is worth anything because of my heritage.
I step between them. What's going on here?
Lilith looks relieved to see you. This fool won't serve me because I'm a tiefling.
I am a half-elf rogue named Eilian. I walk over and approach Grant.
The shopkeeper, Grant, turns away from Lilith and sneers as he regards Eilian.
Grant: Can I help you?
I'm a half-elf cleric that's staying at the inn. Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Is there a problem here?
The shopkeeper turns to look at you as he scowls.
Grant: This thing is the problem. Demons spawn like this aren't allowed in a respectable establishment such as mine.
I'm a half-elf rogue named Eilian. I watch from across the street, curious about what's going on.
Lilith glances over, noticing you watching her from across the street. Her expression remains solemn as she turns back to address Grant.
Lilith: You'd refuse gold because of some ancient rivalry between my people and your faith? That's foolish!