Once the man was gone, Lilith was quick to pluck up the journal he had foolishly left behind. Without taking time to judge everything she saw, she flipped through the pages quickly, memorizing the contents as much as she could. If there were Common words, she could read them. If there were maps, she had the strategic warfare skills to interpret them. And if there was pornography of gnomes and dwarves, she'd have to seek out the Mind Bleach spell at a later date.<br/>Before the man could return from the beach, Lilith put the journal back exactly as she had found it, and stood nearby in the same spot she had been. Her hands were behind her back and her chin was lifted high, bitchy elf high even. She didn't look at the 'man' as he shook off his true and best form, opting for the inferior race.<br/>"Well, you're correct in that your ...people...are hardier. But one does not dislike the burrow or donkey simply because it isn't as pretty as the true bred stallion. One is more pretty, but one more sturdy. Both have uses. Unfortunately, I have little need of a beast of burden at this time."<br/>She turned and gave him a small and bitter smile. This was her special way...of calling him an ass...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>