'I can pat myself on the back for that one, the leader was relentless with his questions…' upon arranging everything, Litrakq returned down into her tent, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead, and especially the sweat that had gotten trapped in between the fleshy flaps of the right side of her face.
She really had to go all-out to trick the elf leader, and even now, he did not seem nearly as doubtful as the rest of his people, his skull was thick and he refused to change his vision of how things were, he viewed death as nothing after life, to him, there was no existence that was worth it once one passed away.
'He'll come around eventually…' Litrakq whistled and soon, a short dirt-blood that had both scales and fur came running in with his short legs, clutching something against his chest.
"Judging by your face, I guess that there is something urgent that I need to know?" she said, and the messenger hurriedly nodded.
