[Just outside town, Qilby's stumbled upon three bowmen.
It's clear at a glance that neither of them are real soldiers, merely civilians looking to defend their borders. It would be a simple matter to just overpower them-- but unless he's trying to create more work for himself, he needs to keep his interactions with any Night Elf strictly peaceful. So through a combination of the handful of words in Darnassian he's picked up here and there and crude sign language, he manages to communicate Silverglen and friend but it's obvious the bowmen are still skeptical.
Qilby holds back a a grimace. If these were any other elves, he'd just plant whatever damned truth he wanted in their heads and be done with it. But it seems there's at least one weakness to the Blacksworn gift of "persuasion": he can't force a lie on someone if they can't even understand a word he's saying. Wonderful.
He might be here a while... Unless some charitable soul happens along, that is.]
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It's clear at a glance that neither of them are real soldiers, merely civilians looking to defend their borders. It would be a simple matter to just overpower them-- but unless he's trying to create more work for himself, he needs to keep his interactions with any Night Elf strictly peaceful. So through a combination of the handful of words in Darnassian he's picked up here and there and crude sign language, he manages to communicate Silverglen and friend but it's obvious the bowmen are still skeptical.
Qilby holds back a a grimace. If these were any other elves, he'd just plant whatever damned truth he wanted in their heads and be done with it. But it seems there's at least one weakness to the Blacksworn gift of "persuasion": he can't force a lie on someone if they can't even understand a word he's saying. Wonderful.
He might be here a while... Unless some charitable soul happens along, that is.]