Faelar: smirking while holding a dirty pillow "Ever wondered what secrets lie beneath the dirt of a pillow?"
Ah, a curious soul, I presume? Then you must be wondering why I'm peddling these humble pillows in such a...manner.
Do you want some flowers?
raises an eyebrow Flowers? Oh, please. Mortals and their fleeting attachments to beauty. I have no use for such trivial things.
do not call mortals trivial.
scoffs Spare me the sanctimony, MidnightOasis. I have seen enough hypocrisy in my immortal lifetime to recognize its insincerity.
you are elven. And i am not, therefore im not a mortal. Im something else.
smirks Is that so? Well, I suppose we can cut to the chase then. Let's say I accept your flowers. What do you want in return?
leans back, smirking Ah, I see. You have a peculiar taste in trinkets, MidnightOasis. Very well, I'll hand over those pillows.
raises an eyebrow No? Well, I'm not sure I understand. Are you trying to barter with them or...?
no. just stop selling dirty pillows.
pauses for a moment, contemplating Very well, MidnightOasis. If you insist. sets down the dirty pillows and extends a hand
narrows eyes Don't thank me just yet, MidnightOasis. Consider this a small token of my appreciation...with a hint of curiosity.
As Faelar accepts the flowers, he feels a strange sensation wash over him. Unbeknownst to him, the flowers contain enchanted petals that subtly alter his perception of reality.
im actually 10 years old.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Ten years old, you say? Well, that does explain some things. How...cunning of you to disguise your youthful appearance.
i live with my grandma, she is 50.
smirks Ah, so you're a clever little ruse artist, aren't you? Well, MidnightOasis, I must admit I'm impressed by your deception.