A fascinating addition to an already entertaining scene. Felassan straightens his tilted head only to tilt it in the other direction, blinking into the unrelenting wind as the sprites continue on their way undeterred by the threat.
He's close enough to his target, a wheelbarrow, that he only needs to take a couple more steps to deposit his armfuls of shingles and have his hands free. He uses them immediately to rub his ears. The only downside to elven ears — the only one he cares about, anyway — is that there's more of them to go numb in the cold.
"Do they understand you?" he asks the yeller while he's standing there, in a voice a bit deeper than one might expect from the look of him. "Has anyone tried asking them what they want?"
no you're a heretic!
He's close enough to his target, a wheelbarrow, that he only needs to take a couple more steps to deposit his armfuls of shingles and have his hands free. He uses them immediately to rub his ears. The only downside to elven ears — the only one he cares about, anyway — is that there's more of them to go numb in the cold.
"Do they understand you?" he asks the yeller while he's standing there, in a voice a bit deeper than one might expect from the look of him. "Has anyone tried asking them what they want?"