Finding Smalltown
Verzeg relaxes a bit. Somehow it had never occurred to him that Smalltown would be occupied, and he'd never would have thought enlo lived here. He suddenly realises he'd never actually given this part any thought at all. For a long moment he says nothing, trying to order his thoughts.
"I am Verzeg Blackbeetle, once an enlo of the Srak Arhan. I got into trouble and made the clan leaders argue when I killed all the horrors in Dark Fort and they each wanted the place, so I ran off or they would eat me. My brother Brenzeg told me about this place and brought some of my other brothers to me, so we set off across the Rubble." He stops and sighs. "It was a hard trip."
"I'm looking for my own upright land where I and my brothers can be safe. We're good workers and I can fight too, the others not so much although they do try hard. I've fought lots of things; uz, humans, dwarfs, elfs, chaos and monsters. I can work in resin and I once bred a special fire beetle that I was rewarded for, although it spat on me and burned my face."
Verzeg stops and then straightens up with a confidence and resolution he didn't know he had. He looks at Braseg in the eyes and says evenly "I don't like cruelty and I don't like bullying. I'm not taking my friends and family somewhere they'll have to live in fear. We're not going to be slaves again. Anywhere we settled down has to treat us properly, we're not helpless and we'll work for our keep but that doesn't mean we're less than anyone."
He relaxes again, back to his usual amiable self.
"I am pleased to meet you, I hope you will help us."