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"Can't change a dark elf. Doesn't matter if she's half, that's still half dark elf. Nothin' tae discuss. Still not too late tae toss the lot of 'em out afore they drag this city down with 'em," says Dulnur, whose belches out cinders like a foundry as he speaks, thrusting his pipe into the air angrily.

The High Captain bashes his plated gauntlet against the table, his cigarette seeming to evaporate as he inhales sharply. "Shaddap, dammit! I'm gonna protect those kids if I gotta do it myself. End of discussion. Sorry, La-wey, ya ain't seein' us at our best," he admits, scratching his beard. "Thank you, High Captain - and the aid we've already received is more than sufficient, you've nothing to apologize for. And, it's pronounced 'Lu-a-u-e. Luaue," she corrects gently. "La-wey," he attempts again, botching her name spectacularly.

"I, for one, welcome our new Ilythiiri neighbors," says Lael, putting his feet on the table as he reclines, a gesture that is at once overly-casual and supremely confident. "My apprentices are adjusting quite nicely, and my career as High Sorcerer is off to a rousing good start. I suppose that it's nice that everything is working out for them, too," he adds offhandedly.