Not liking where this was going, Luk-Luk pulls the scroll from her belt and uses it. A shimmer shield of magic appears on her left arm. If a swarm of adorable critters attacks, the elf would much prefer they not maul her to death.
Luk Luk smiled at Fain, "Though in theory you could put a LOT of sky rockets on the side to replace siege engines too," Luk Luk frowned as she grumbled, "but the Andoran military experts," the elf made air quotes while rolling her eyes, "Called it not cost effective." And she stuck her tongue out. The elf showed greater enthusiasm for what the halfing thought of hunting down magic monsters, "Indeed Fain. Imagine a stuff basilisk," Luk Luk adds some extra emphasis with her hands, "Oh my, you could make it spring loaded after stuffing it. That would be a charming jest, to spook any guest." "Interesting Thrym, shoulderman? I have nay heard that one. Witch doctor sounds somewhat professional and scholarly as an option. Lo, I am certain their wisdom must be useful," her face scrunches up in thought before she shrugs, "Well certainly better then what my Clan's elders would advise me to do. The keyword THEY would say I am sure is fire." The elf rubs her chin in thought, "Hmm, how hard is thine ancestral tongue to learn? It may help with communication in battle." |
