As I watched the many vines coming from the ground I thought two things: Why does every dwarf have to be a damned drunken idiot. And secondly, that this might be the work of the druid from earlier. Had she been following me before? Is she still? I turned to the right to see her, hair flowing, purple eyes shining in the sun... Never before had I seen such beauty. Why is it this happens every time I see her.
"Let the dwarf loose won't you?" I asked with a hint of laughter
"Listen to the damned dark-skin won't ye, ye blasted elf!"
"Promise not to be such a brute?" She teased with a wry smile.
"Damn elf," he muttered under his breath, "I promise."
"Good." I walked over to her as she let the spell dissipate, watching the dwarf untangle himself clumsily from all the vines. I chuckled.
"Head back inside, dwarf, I'd like to speak with you in a minute," I yelled as I turned toward the elf druid. I thought about my words for a minute, not wanting to seem a fool to her. "You know, I never caught your name. You helped me with those brigands we left. I think I'd rather get to know you."
Her purple eyes twinkled with interest. "Well lets head inside and I'll tell you all you want to know."
This ought to be interesting, I thought.