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- Look, you don't seem like an idiot, but you don't understand the word "polite." My boots are made from the skin of your kin, but I still need a cloak... As for the other dark elves, I have no idea. I arrived in this village quite recently, and you, as I see, did too, so I wouldn't trust the first informants you come across. As for the well, I know nothing about it. I wanted to get a drink myself, and my cat is thirsty too, - said the elf, stroking his jaguar, - do you happen to have any water?
--Illiterate, doesn't even know what boots are made of. Be that as it may, you don't seem to be lying, and you're not involved with the well. Either I don't understand elves at all. Well, maybe you and your friend know something? As for the water, yes, I have some, if you don't mind that I drew it from the swamp.