Meanwhile, the High-Flayer tribal warriors and their newfound humanoid allies were discussing strategy and sharing information.
According to the High-flayer leader, their mission was a reconnaissance mission: They'd been sent in incognito to get in, look around, get the lay of the place, get out, and report back to their war chief. That is why they had been disguised as Drow. However, once Drek explained about the Spider-Queen goddess and the Drow's plans to bring her into their world, the Flayer's got very serious.
They turned to their Shaman, who stood up, grimly.
The Shaman said: "I speak for my comrades when I say many strange things go on in the heavens of late, Elven one. We have all seen them. At night, we watch the heaven for signs, and what we have seen lately troubles me. Truly, I say, the gods are not at rest. Un-la-ehy and Unkeh-hey, the twins Justice and Duty, have been tricked into doing pointless battle by, The Trickster Kehr, and the elder gods have been so distracted by this that an interloper from beyond has been allowed to enter the heavens. It wishes to stay, but it does not belong here, so to make sure it can stay it upsets the balance of things. It wars with the gods themselves, even gathering allies to it's casue. Untill now, I was not sure what all this meant. Signs from the gods are often... ambiguous and hard to make sense of. But.... If what you say is true, this Spider-Queen could be the interloper who upsets things in the heavens. If so, it must not be allowed to enter this realm, or truly I say: Chaos will follow. I swear it by all my ancestors."
Another High-Flayer stood: "Whatever motivates thes Drow to be here, these Drowish scum, then they must be pathetic indeed if they worship a spider: Who in their right mind would worship a Spider? They are but bugs to be squished between one's toes, a morsel old women add to Quetlith Stew to make it less chewwy!!" He emphasized his last word by spiting out the side of his mouth in an apparent gesture of contempt for infidels... either that or he really likes his Quetlith Stew chewwy.*
There was a genneral grumbling and nodding of heads amongst the High-Flayer contingent: Aparantly, they all agreed that if the Drow really did worship some sort of spider-god, they were all either insane or infidel dogs.
Drek said: "We share a common purpose, here, it seems. We seek to destroy the Spider-Queen and free the conqured High-Flayers. You seek to liberate your enslaved brethren. What say we join forces here."
The Shaman nodded his head: "The Pointy-Eared one speaks wisdom. We would do well to band together with is allies. They have powerfull medicine. Their ju-ju is strong."
The High-Flayers all nodded solemly... but none of them moved or said anything.
So the Shaman rolled his eyes and said: "And they have ale. You all like ale, right?"
Suddenly, the High-Flayers were all enthusiastic and happy: Eager to get some ale... er... I mean... kick Drowish butt.
"Sure. Let's team up!" came the response.
"Man, I could sure go for a cold one right about now" said someone in the back.
"You wouldn't happen to have Dwarven Ale, would you?" Said nobody in particular.
"I'll take a Coldson Light!" said the guy in front.
There was an strangely looming silence as everyone slowly turned and look askance at Horin and Eruantian.
*<GM's Note: None of you have ever heard of "Quetlith Stew" before, but whatever it is, you can bet it's disgusting. Just don't ask, ok? Oh, by the way, you have plenty of ale left but... none of it is Coldson Light. DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNN!
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