ii. audio. after dark. both courts.

[vrykolakas]

[If anything, the Brucolac's voice sounds worse than ever, painfully scratchy and distinctly weary. The reception isn't perfect; he's sitting in the garden of the fortress at Redgate, where the lockets work, but the blood granite is still causing some interference.]

What languages do you speak? And what language would you say I'm speaking right now?

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Heh, ya poet.

[He smiles.] We got a few like that. Mostly from the Elves, an' Draenei...[His head tilts, shrugging.] Anybody who lives for a long time, really.

[vrykolakas]

[—he's a little startled by that accusation, but alright. Wry pleasure is hot on the heels of his surprise.]

Forgive. Once an orator.

What are draenei? And elves, for that matter. I've heard the word in stories, but they're almost assuredly non-existent at home.

[It's bizarre to talk of the entirety of Bas-Lag as home, but that's what this place does to you. He doesn't like it; doesn't want to lose his varied loves and hates of his homeworld to the generalising force of distance.]

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[No trolls and no elves? What an odd world. He hums. How to describe Draenei...]

Tall, blue skin, human faces--'cept for the big horns an' tentacles. [And he wiggles a couple fingers near his jawline in illustration.] Cloven feet and tails. They came from another planet.

Elves mostly be pricks. [AGHKJHGKHAHAHAHAHA.] Long ears, long eyebrows, meddle in things they ain't go no business in, resultin' in catastrophic destruction, [-waves a hand; etc. etc., you know the type. A brief pause, then:] Think they know better than errybody.