Tehr wondered if the understreet was something he should get involved with.  It sounded like it could be especially dangerous, specifically because of his involvement with the queen.  There was little chance he could get very far with any members that were important.  Maybe Tera would work as an intermediary?<br/><br/>He looked up later as the half elf entered.  He was immediately drawn to the man because of his coat.  He remembered a fairy tale that his mother used to tell, of men that fought an evil kingdom.  How they lost and were defeated, but even in their defeat, they showed that a common man could bloody the nose of a great kingdom.  After the last battle of that bloody failed revolution, people took to wearing brown long coats to show that while the rebels had been defeated, the people would oppose the king however they could.  The common folk whispered the name of that last battle, that of serenity valley, as proof that even in defeat, a man could win.<br/><br/>Of course Tehr knew it was a fairy tale, as he grew older he looked for any historical reference to such a battle.  But there was none, it was just a tale, just a story.  The fable was no more real than the tortoise and hare.  But still, it was one of Tehr's favorite tales, and whenever he saw a man wearing a brown greatcoat, it made him think of that story and pleased him.  He took the plans and nodded as the man explained the work.   It would cost his family, but that was to be expected.  No doubt the sale of the house they were currently in would more than cover the costs.  Of course, he'd have to draw on his family fortune until this house sold.  But everything should work out in the end.<br/><br/>He looked up, "Pardon me sir, I didn't catch your name... and I must ask... I'm sure you met my half elven servant when you came in, but she and you have quite different accents.  You sound almost ..." he paused as if pretending to search for the accent, but really was just giving the man a moment or two to prepare for the eventual question.  "You sound almost like some of the dwarven folks I know.  The clans from up north, beyond Hadrians wall for example.  Are you from up yonder yer own self?"<br/><br/>His last sentence slipped into the accent the man was showing, the accent that Ironna often used.   It was a calculated risk, if the man was from there he'd likely find it comforting to hear someone speak like him.  But of course, there was always the chance of alienation.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">diplomacy skill check</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Diplomacy check</strong><br/>Full Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 10to the total<br/>Comment: Diplomacy roll for the half elf<br/>Result: 12, <br/><strong>Total: 22</strong><br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=44100 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=44100)</div></div>