[ He seems unbothered by Rust's lack of reaction, and actually lets out gentle laugh at the question. ]
( No, not so much anymore. The same set of stories grow tired when you live in one place after a while. )
[ And to the other question - a simple what's that? - Gildor provides a much more detailed answer than perhaps Rust was expecting. It's simply a good distraction, and as he recalls this other story, his mind wanders further from the cravings he'd been fighting. ]
( Drow are the descendants of a former clan of elves. They waged a bloody war against the dwarves for their treasure and won, but at a cost. The Warrior was not pleased with their motive, as the dwarves had been their most devout worshippers. As punishment, the Warrior condemned the drow to lives of darkness by taking away their eyes, so they could no longer lust after anything that glitters. They were locked in the underground land they conquered and forced to drink the blood they had spilled for eternity. )
[ He pauses there for effect, but not for long. ] ( It is true they lack eyesight, but the rest is likely myth to warn against fighting for the wrong reasons. Really, they are just a subspecies of elves living in a closed society, and maintain a reputation of violence to keep it closed. One mountain they are known to dwell under is said to leak blood, but it is only clay. A nice touch, though. )
[ He sighs and twists the end of his staff into the ground. How many times had he been asked if he was a blood-drinker? He's long since lost count. ]
( I don't know which of my parents was one, but I know I am half because all records of half-breeds describe someone like me. Somewhat tall, elf-looking, thick hair, long-fingered, with delicate diets, and blind since birth. My teacher told me to insist I am fully elvish and that I lost my eyesight in an accident, but everyone knew. )
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( No, not so much anymore. The same set of stories grow tired when you live in one place after a while. )
[ And to the other question - a simple what's that? - Gildor provides a much more detailed answer than perhaps Rust was expecting. It's simply a good distraction, and as he recalls this other story, his mind wanders further from the cravings he'd been fighting. ]
( Drow are the descendants of a former clan of elves. They waged a bloody war against the dwarves for their treasure and won, but at a cost. The Warrior was not pleased with their motive, as the dwarves had been their most devout worshippers. As punishment, the Warrior condemned the drow to lives of darkness by taking away their eyes, so they could no longer lust after anything that glitters. They were locked in the underground land they conquered and forced to drink the blood they had spilled for eternity. )
[ He pauses there for effect, but not for long. ] ( It is true they lack eyesight, but the rest is likely myth to warn against fighting for the wrong reasons. Really, they are just a subspecies of elves living in a closed society, and maintain a reputation of violence to keep it closed. One mountain they are known to dwell under is said to leak blood, but it is only clay. A nice touch, though. )
[ He sighs and twists the end of his staff into the ground. How many times had he been asked if he was a blood-drinker? He's long since lost count. ]
( I don't know which of my parents was one, but I know I am half because all records of half-breeds describe someone like me. Somewhat tall, elf-looking, thick hair, long-fingered, with delicate diets, and blind since birth. My teacher told me to insist I am fully elvish and that I lost my eyesight in an accident, but everyone knew. )