When greeting, touch butt of elf, as we recently did with Kisat. And if it won't escalate quickly, tell her her butt is better.
Ask him if his ears are too tight and then ask what fashion designer sews capes with slits for the ears, isn't he from forest at south, 'cause from ash of trees from that forest is best to make soap. Ask if it's true that all elves are "elves", how popular dendrosexualism between them, tell that wooden swords are shitty, can't compare with steel, especially if coal was made of really nice, juicy tree.
TROLL DA ELFZ TILL THEIR BUTTZ BURN
Kisat only opened her mouth when you pushed her back and came yourself to the elf:
- Greetings to you, noble guardians of Woods! - you said and touched his butt.
- I'll ... - Immediately he protested.
And you turned to a counselor:
- Your is better.
- Well, I guess... - she was in confusion - What are you doing?
- I would like to ask respected elf who invented sewing such amusing capes, with slits for the ears.
He looked now at Kisat, then at you:
- This is the traditional clothing of our grove, we sew such many centuries. Why did you touch me?
- But it's Elvish greeting.
- What makes you think so?
- A friend elf taught me.
- He must be from the grove of Muya Forivara. So what about the caravan?
Kisat was just about to say, but you interrupted again:
- And the ears are not too tight?
- What?
- In the holes. Isn't tight for ears?
- They are wide enough.
- And when the rain comes, the ears get all wet, and the water comes inside.
- It happens. - he began to get angry - Caravan. You saw it?
- Saw, yeah.
- Where is it?
- I am now wondering - wooden wagons, wooden arms, logs to trade, and they don't let others cut woods.
- At least they do something right. Where are they?
Kisat with a bored look stepped aside and began to clean dirt with a knife from under the nails.
- But why? I've always been posessed by this problem. Why other can't cut trees?
Elf was slowly getting angry:
- Because we do not chop live trees. We sell and process only dry ones.
- But you have to admit that wooden weapons are shit.
- Maybe, but we honor the tradition. Unlike those we seek. Where are they?
- And why do you search them, may I ask?
- They broke a few laws of our nation and are subject to trial.
- So you're not going to kill them?
- Unfortunately no.
- Oh, such a shame. I'd reap their heads off myself - so capricious! Offered them a wooden stool, I'm a carpenter, so they curled their faces, they say they do not want corpses. And what do I do, swim all day long in blood and gibs? IHow it happens, cut down oak, make logs and boards, all covered with chip from head to foot, smell the aroma ...
Elves have left you and went down the road.
- Where are you going?
Kisat indifferently looked at mountains. You approached.
- Oh, you've already done? - She hide the knife - Finally.