Boys
You are a High born, 3 quarter elf-boy. You are dressed in fine
leather boots and matching blue pants and short sleeve-shirt. Your
hooded cloak is elegant.
You don't take trash from noone.
You say to the man, your elfish accent clear and calm.
"I am not stupid. You are drunken as a pig, to think me a
girl"
You pull down the hood and stare contempuesly at the man.
"Now, I am going to get silver earrings for my girlfriend. And I
need a new sheath."
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" you demand, grabbing the front of his
tunic.
