Book 4: Chapter 15: Elves are Officially Insane
While I wanted to immediately run to THE winery, I did technically have a job to do. As I was immediately reminded when a stately human-shaped elfess stepped forward. She had the same lime green skin and red hair as the rest of the elves I’d seen, and she was dressed in brightly shining chainmail and plate pauldrons with white trees painted on them. Her hair was done up in a red perm with emerald hairpin accents. She had a spear strapped over her right shoulder, and an epee at her waist.
“Greetings, Ambassador Roughtuff,” she said, bowing. “I’m Lady Laurelstone. Welcome to Awemedinand! I’ve been posted by His Majesty to assist you in getting settled.”
She had the same kiwi accent as Joseph. A whole country of surfer dude and dudette elves was going to be… interesting.
“Thank you Lady Laurelstone.” I bowed back, no fist-bumps here!
She smiled. “No trouble on the teleportation here? Was it your first time?”
“Nah, no trouble. And aye, it was me first time. I appreciate tha [Healers].” I waved at the grumble of crying, groaning dwarves and hard-working white-saronged medics.
“Of course! We’re quite used to the effect that seeing the sun for the first time can have on our dwarven cuzzies. Though most usually arrive with smoked lenses, and take them off for the healers.” Her voice grew pensive. “Did… nobody warn you?”
“They must’ve forgotten to mention it.” My return smile was edged. Schist. Someone would’ve warned Schist. I’d have to duke it out with the old fisherdwarf when we returned.
She bowed again, “I do apologize. I hope it won’t colour your view of our beautiful country.”