Re: Greenest in Flames
This was a moment that Kathra had been dreading for some weeks now. It was bad enough that she had spent her last coin on a room the night before, now here was someone asking about who she was and where she was from. Moradin's breath! I hope she doesn't know my Pa! No, that was silly. She was weeks away from anywhere her damn caravan had ever traveled. She was free. She was out from under that cursed shadow. This elf was just assuming that she came from a clan of note, that she was proud of her heritage.
As if her clan had ever done anything to be proud of.
[Language unknown: "Pahas sere evnd ameherain om Wasuresan, Ni antom ulstee rut anfor ousna wasnde'sheenc sa o fithu meadland."] She said in an Elvish as marred by her dwarven accent as her common. "Aam frae Clan Silvernode, ay th' Sunsit Moontains, ur roondabit thaur, if ye main ken. Nae 'at yoo're likely tae hae heard ay it." She forced herself to enunciate clearly. "I have not spoken Common in a while, it takes me a bit to remember how, is all. I'll get better in a few days."
As an afterthought, she stumbles through a very poorly concealed fib, blushing hotly with each lie she tells. Mah clan trades wi' Eastin', thaur was, uh, thaur was an accident, yeah, oan, like, th' road, yeah yeah, an' Ah was headed back thaur." By the end of it, her accent is probably twice as thick.
She mumbles to herself, [Language unknown: "Vorof na tinsanbutugh ainnteeen Trlabe dininthat onng, outtinort? Ca si arehervir ilha acliwe N and conareich ive evon of, onehisthi."]
Those familiar with geography might realize that she's implying that she hasn't spoken Common in all the time it would take to get here from the Sunset Mountains, even assuming a straight path -- which there couldn't be, since Greenest is in no way between Easting and the Sunset Mountains.