-This... is quite an unexpected offer, Emek, - Enkhador could only mutter. -Of course, I have some knowledge of religions, especially the deities of the pantheon... But it's not as much as you might think.
-Damn wanderers, I think I understand why they're doing this! I bet we've been captured by a nationalist group, afraid of the dominance of outsiders in one area or another. They think that first, this dwarf will become the most influential engineer in the city, then that elf will become famous as the best city alchemist, and then someone will even try to claim the title of Archmage. And so, gradually, power could pass from the wanderers to the outsiders. At least for now, I can't imagine any other motives for such actions.
At that moment, a ball mouse – a rather large rodent, about the size of a rat – scurried into the dungeon through a small window. But it was still a mouse, and a very furry one. The ball mouse looked around and ran up to the bound elf.
-- I don't have anything, buddy. Nothing.