“I hadn’t caught his name,” said Bill.
“Not surprising. He’s always cautious around people like you.”
“People like me?”
“Yes. Humans. Normal humans, that is. No offence, but you’re all mighty strange about things outside of your normal everyday experiences.”
“I… I guess so.”
“You seem alright. I’ve seen you in here the last couple of nights and you’ve not caused any trouble. You look like someone busy drowning their sorrows.”
Bill shrugged. Maybe he was talking to a hallucination, but it was polite enough. Even friendly. It seemed rude to just ignore it.
“I am,” he said.
“Thought so. Something about the way you’re sitting, and how you drink. Just like me and the rest of the maker elves. Though quite a few of my kind have a tendency to get violent when they get too drunk
