I see. Well, if they smell like that, then that's that. It would be rude to comment on it.
...I meant the tail comment as a joke, but now I do feel somewhat envious of them. I'll keep care in where I tread. My tail is not so luxuriously long.
Is there anything more you feel is important that I know?
Some few tieflings have hooves, as well, but none of my companions do. It seems to be more common in clans further to the south of us.
Perhaps not racial traits, but...we have been through considerable hardship of late, and lost a number of our kin. I can tell you the full story if you wish to know.
Even that much warning is sufficient. I'll not ask you to speak of it until and unless you are ready to do so. To rip open your wounds of pain and loss, out of mere curiosity, would be a disservice to you, and, in my opinion, unimaginably cruel.
I will take even more care with my words to you and yours.
[Even though he is curious, it can wait forever for all he cares, in comparison to the potential ramifications of pushing it. Certainly, Zevlor offered, but it could have been an offer out of some sense of duty or responsibility, rather than of personal readiness.
[He would not feel well at ease if it's the former, rather than the latter.]
[A fair and measured answer. If Zevlor had any doubts about trusting Alivian, they would be relieved by that care.
It is, as he said, a very long story, and perhaps all the details need not be shared just yet. The basics, though, will come up in discussions at the party, so it may be best not to leave him in the dark.] We are refugees from the city of Elturel. Several months ago, the city was drawn into Avernus, one of the nine Hells, by trickery and magic.
Despite my kin's innocence in the situation, once the city was saved, the residents grew intolerant of our presence there. In part, it was prejudice and unconscionable, but I think also the memory of the real devils we all saw was a fresh wound. [Which doesn't make it right, but he also can't blame a human child who cries when they see a horned silhouette in the darkness, knowing what horrors they've seen.]
[Several months ago... That is indeed a fresh wound if he ever heard of one. What does - what can - he say to any of that?
I do not have words sufficient enough to express my condolences for your hardships. I hope, one day, those remaining in the city will be able to mend their wounds and welcome your kin again. And, I hope until then, I hope you and your kin are able to find a place to belong. You deserve that much.
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...I meant the tail comment as a joke, but now I do feel somewhat envious of them. I'll keep care in where I tread. My tail is not so luxuriously long.
Is there anything more you feel is important that I know?
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Perhaps not racial traits, but...we have been through considerable hardship of late, and lost a number of our kin. I can tell you the full story if you wish to know.
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I will take even more care with my words to you and yours.
[Even though he is curious, it can wait forever for all he cares, in comparison to the potential ramifications of pushing it. Certainly, Zevlor offered, but it could have been an offer out of some sense of duty or responsibility, rather than of personal readiness.
[He would not feel well at ease if it's the former, rather than the latter.]
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It is, as he said, a very long story, and perhaps all the details need not be shared just yet. The basics, though, will come up in discussions at the party, so it may be best not to leave him in the dark.] We are refugees from the city of Elturel. Several months ago, the city was drawn into Avernus, one of the nine Hells, by trickery and magic.
Despite my kin's innocence in the situation, once the city was saved, the residents grew intolerant of our presence there. In part, it was prejudice and unconscionable, but I think also the memory of the real devils we all saw was a fresh wound. [Which doesn't make it right, but he also can't blame a human child who cries when they see a horned silhouette in the darkness, knowing what horrors they've seen.]
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I do not have words sufficient enough to express my condolences for your hardships. I hope, one day, those remaining in the city will be able to mend their wounds and welcome your kin again. And, I hope until then, I hope you and your kin are able to find a place to belong. You deserve that much.
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