Part of Furfur bristles at being addressed so kindly while he's in the midst of his emotional turmoil, but as he turns his head to glower at Zevlor while wiping at the corner of his eye (there's no tears there, really!), it's hard for him to hold on to that feeling.
Damn.... whatever it is affecting his mood like this.
"Hey, ain't that how it is?" he responds with a half shrug. "I can think of four, maybe five places where you can find tieflings in any kinda number, and two of 'em are the kind of places you don't wanna be."
"But yeah, my friends call me Elias," Furfur adds, offering out his hand for a shake and failing to clarify that he's not truly a tiefling or that he's not using his given name. "Crashed in a tavern in Baldur's Gate last night after celebratin' a successful round of adventurin', and woke up here this morning sans equipment."
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Damn.... whatever it is affecting his mood like this.
"Hey, ain't that how it is?" he responds with a half shrug. "I can think of four, maybe five places where you can find tieflings in any kinda number, and
two of 'em are the kind of places you don't wanna be."
"But yeah, my friends call me Elias," Furfur adds, offering out his hand for a shake and failing to clarify that he's not truly a tiefling or that he's not using his given name. "Crashed in a tavern in Baldur's Gate last night after celebratin' a successful round of adventurin', and woke up here this morning sans equipment."