Drow.  He'd heard a few stories about Drow growing up, and he didn't like any of them.  True or not, they had colored his perceptions of the dark elf race.  It seems this one had already resigned himself to death at his hands, though.  Maybe he could do something with that.  In the meantime, however, he would indulge in petty annoyance.  If the drow wanted to bide his time and enjoy the anticipation, he might as well spoil that for the elf.<br/><br/>With wide-eyed excitement, he practically jumped out of his chair and hurried over to the drow.  "Wow, look at you, are you some kind of adventurer or something?  I bet you've seen a lot of really amazing stuff!  Where are you from?  When did you get here?  Is there some great adventure here in town?  Is there really?  I wish I could go on an adventure!  Can I come with you?  Please?  Please?"<br/><br/>Despite his excited act, he kept his focus on the elf's thoughts.