[Perhaps the stone eyed elf has an immunity to Abediah's glare?]
Reudh walked back to his room. The stone eyed elf continued to follow him, thanking him profusely.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you... I never thought I would see again... Does your land accept elves?"
Reudh pondered for a second.
"We don't usually, but you guys are considered refugees, I guess. We've already got Jerry."
"Who's Jerry?"
"Uhm, he's an elf with axe blades for hands."
The stone eyed elf appeared a little sad.
"That was a friend of mine... He had gone adventuring one day, armed with a willow axe. He chose that weapon as he had heard of the famous cutting abilities of the dwarven axes, and so he found as close a weapon to that as he could.
I was still quite young in my life then, only four hundred and two. He set off, and for twenty years we heard nothing. Nothing. And still nothing."
Reudh nodded. "Go on."
"Then, magically enhanced, we heard the piercing cries of him. Of "Jerry", as you call him. Of him being tortured and changed. It was almost as if that foul was-druid wanted to torture us as well. He was well known in our forest retreat...
Then, when the screaming stopped, again magically enhanced, we heard Jerry shout to us. 'I HATE THE TREES. I WANT TO KILL THE TREES. THE TREES ARE MY ENEMY.'
How horrifying it was, a child of nature hating the very things he was sworn to protect. It was then that I decided to try and rescue Jerry. And... how swiftly I was captured."
Reudh sighed. His life was easy by comparison. Besides the painful forced ejection, and the whole 'never see your family again' thing, it was fine. He didn't have stones for eyes, or axe blades for hands, or what-have you.
"What is your name?" he asked the stone eyed elf. "It's quite tiring calling you Mr Stone Eyed Elf."
The stone eyed elf paused for a second, as if remembering.
"I can't remember my name. I guess the name 'Quecaevi' works. That's Stone-eye. But I don't really like it. 'Kenoziathe' could work. 'Fierce-rock'."
Reudh liked the name Kenoziathe. Fierce rock. Very dwarven.
"I like Kenoziathe. You can be Kenoziathe, or just Kenozi for short. Maybe the other dwarves would call you 'Zikelid', which is our word for 'fierce rock'."
The elf nodded. "'Kenoziathe-Zikelid.' A good name."
[OH GOD. NINJA'D x 26]