#thread: bookworm

Dáithí had a very extensive vocabulary, even if they said so themself. Elves were naturally verbose, and even if, as people were so fond of pointing out, Dáithí was only a half-elf, they had been raised by elves. They had read, if not every book in the Lathlaeril family’s library, then most of them. They spoke three languages, including Draconic. Draconic!

Even so, they had no words for how horrific this entire situation was. They had a good dozen questions, at least half of them rhetoric and/or accusatory, but the little human hadn’t given them a single chance to ask anything before ushering them out into the city and slamming the door. And they were supposed to just... go with it? Be alright with being told ‘hard luck, you live here now’?

At least they’d gotten their things back. They could probably quite easily live without the daggers or their quarterstaff, but there were some really quite expensive things in their component bag, and they would have raised this entire hellhole of a city to the ground if any of the strange jailers had attempted to steal their ring.

They scowled down at the letter they’d been given, tapping a finger against the quarterstaff thoughtfully. For once, they had absolutely no desire to investigate their apparent lodgings, but the rest of the city was another matter entirely. A mysterious, apparently sentient city? Not part of the Underdark, or at least very, very far down. Lit, so it wasn’t likely this was a drow or duregar city, especially considering the guards had looked human. They’d never been comfortable with letting a mystery lie, and they certainly weren’t going to start now.

It was... probably too risky to try casting any spells, especially in an apparently populated area, so they’d fall back on their favourite alternative. The map they’d been given didn’t point anything out, so...