Barlo’s eyes bulged. “Are you serious?” He turned to face the lady with a scowl. “Now see here, miss. I don’t know how you do things in this jungle of yours, but where I come from, we at least exchange names before accusing complete strangers of anything. We were directed here by allies of yours, and came here in good faith. I don’t know what kind of flimflam you’re trying to pull with this whole ‘Children of the Gods’ nonsense, but it won’t work with us. There are plenty of elves where we come from, and all of them have better manners than you. Iadrawyn and Valanandir would be shocked to see us treated this way.”
The lady’s expression darkened, and she opened her mouth to retort, but the lord intervened. “What manner of creature is this?” he asked in Common.
“I’m a dwarf,” Barlo growled
