Fair enough. [More for her, then. Skadi savors the mead, a taste of the south and a welcome familiarity in this alien land. But she can hardly complain, when that fish-out-of-water feeling has to be even worse for Bronach.]
Poisonous? No, hardly. Not that we eat the big ones, they're too small in number and too valuable as mounts. I've heard talk that dwarves eat their smaller cousins, though, at least those that live underground. They're welcome to it; I took in a wee one before I left, so I can't imagine eating them now.
[Then she raises an eyebrow.] What are falmer? [So many unknown terms thrown about, so if Bronach isn't going to ask questions, she'll just do the asking instead.]
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Poisonous? No, hardly. Not that we eat the big ones, they're too small in number and too valuable as mounts. I've heard talk that dwarves eat their smaller cousins, though, at least those that live underground. They're welcome to it; I took in a wee one before I left, so I can't imagine eating them now.
[Then she raises an eyebrow.] What are falmer? [So many unknown terms thrown about, so if Bronach isn't going to ask questions, she'll just do the asking instead.]