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The elf regards you hungrily as you speak, the cogs in his brain visibly trying to contrive a way of keeping you nearby. When at last he speaks it is in equal parts to you and himself that he is explaining his plan.

“Genghis Grymtoad frequently visits us... although he prefers the Brown Direwolf – I cannot conceive why. However, if you wish to wait him out I could arrange for one of our boys and girls to share a room with you – oh provided you do try to help with the work... I’m sure we can find some use for you...”

You tell him you would be delighted, and he smiles brightly, overjoyed at the apparent success of his ploy to have at a little human crumpet. Whether you indulge him is up to you when and if it comes to that.

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