[Solas can only stare at the little bird-shaped device in mute despair. It really is upsetting, how similar their worlds truly are. The curse of a goddess to twist their flesh. Yes.]
I see. [This is horrifying. Driders. What a concept.] And... the Underdark is... a religious distinction?
[If it sounds like he's guessing, it's because he is.]
It's a place. There are thousands of miles of caverns under the surface of my world, filled with various kinds of monsters, aberrations, and people. Deep gnomes, like myself, are adapted to the dark. That's why my skin is the shade of stone; for stealth. Drow and Duergar are much the same in coloring. Grey, dark brown, or nearly-black skin. Pale blue, violet, or red eyes. White hair, when we have hair at all.
We probably look related to someone unused to the culture, but we're not usually friendly.
But for the record, the two drow I've met here are fine. I consider them friends.
[Many would look at himself and Beleth, and think them much the same. But the differences were crucial, and the effects of those differences dramatic.]
You have many friends here, Barcus. I am glad to know it. But I should permit you to return to your convalescence and... I am informed that I should attend to my own duties.
[Lavellan thought he was sleeping. She has discovered that he is not.]
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Date: 2025-01-26 06:34 pm (UTC)I see. [This is horrifying. Driders. What a concept.] And... the Underdark is... a religious distinction?
[If it sounds like he's guessing, it's because he is.]
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Date: 2025-02-02 08:23 pm (UTC)We probably look related to someone unused to the culture, but we're not usually friendly.
But for the record, the two drow I've met here are fine. I consider them friends.
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Date: 2025-02-02 10:50 pm (UTC)[Many would look at himself and Beleth, and think them much the same. But the differences were crucial, and the effects of those differences dramatic.]
You have many friends here, Barcus. I am glad to know it. But I should permit you to return to your convalescence and... I am informed that I should attend to my own duties.
[Lavellan thought he was sleeping. She has discovered that he is not.]