<em>The elf turns his gaze upon the young man, his disdainful gaze palpable, even if the man wasn't scanning the dark elf's thoughts. Carefully enunciating in flawless Common, he assumes a condescending tone, as if speaking with a child.<br/><br/>"I may be, I may not be. If you aspire to be an adventurer, however, child, I suggest you find yourself some common sense. Without any, I assure you, you will be as good as dead before you even strap on a sword or memorize a spell."<br/><br/>The dark elf radiates loathing for the percieved idiocy of the young man, and his commanding, sinister aura only heightens. The omnipotent one can sense a mixed sense of interest and awe in several of the barmaids, though the twinge is noticably less in the girl who served him earlier.</em>