3- Abyssal/fey: brownies/that tree smiled at me, Unicorns?
“Unicorns are assholes” supplied Dermit, as he flopped onto barren hillock, dropping his greatsword next to him, scowling at the forest the group had just departed.
“ Something like that, yeah”, Rovita replied. “ You’d think something that old & wise would learn to listen to common sense. Eh, Grundev?”
The dwarf looked up at the half-orc female at the use of his name. Squinting as the sun was barely blocked by the crossed axe & lute on her back. He looked away, pulling his holy symbol from beneath is beard.”Age & wisdom don’ mean empathy. You’d think some racism would’ve worn off in’at time.” He considered the figure on the symbol. ”Ye saw the way she kep’ lookin’ round before she asked if we had an elf with us.”
Dermit spat.
“Agreed”, Grundev absentmindedly muttered.
“So, we give up and let him deal with the Wilting when it finally reaches the forest” Rovita said, staring into the wood, almost as if she could ask the Unicorn over the distance.
Grundev nodded at his divine talisman, as if it had also been offering suggestions the entire time. “Nah, united front, two brains are better ‘an one, blah, blah. Le’s go track down that elf that we saw back in town. Maybe ‘e would’ nah mind a stroll through the wood.”
“Never fought a Unicorn, could make a fortune off that horn alone”, Dermit offered, still, waiting for an answer that he would need to get up & collect his blade.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Rovita said, flatly, no mirth in her expression as she turned towards town and began walking.
Grundev followed quietly, his shadow crossing over Dermit, still prone.
“Fine! Fine.
Probably all lies about the healing properties & spell uses anyway.
Never actually MET a robe-wearer that had those mats, or anyone else who’d ever even tried to collect them anyway.
Right? Right!?”
Dermit had to jog to catch up.
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