“Why, over there we have Thel’Qan of the Forest Elves which some call the Fair Folk.” Boggs looked over at the elf, whose long ears drooped, had a nose big enough for its own fiefdom, slouching problems that could be from sciatica or a lifetime of bad posture, and hellacious acne. He smiled kindly, revealing the kind of twisted and gapped teeth that Boggs had rarely seen outside of the Kingdom of Bretagnia.

“He’s not exactly fair, is he?”

“Which is why his own luminous and ostensibly enlightened people cast him out,” said Syrris. “And next to him you can see Urg-Olug the troll.”

Urg-Olug nodded politely and sipped at a teacup. His stringy purple hair had been carefully coiffed into the respectable Francya style and he wore spectacles over his dead-looking bluish-black eyes. His brown nails were carefully groomed, and he was dressed as a Francyan gentleman in the latest style.

“Let me guess,” Boggs said. “His people cast him out because he tried to be stylish?”

“No,” Syrris said. “Because he’s a vegetarian. Let’s see, who else have we got in the common area today…ah, yes! Over in the corner we have a former member of the Theives Guild, Manaya Quickfingers.”

Boggs thought that the lithe if plain woman was pilfering books from the common area library, but on closer inspection she was actually replacing and alphabetizing them. “She’s a little on the obsessive side,” Syrris said. “She feels compelled to return objects to their rightful place, which as you can imagine didn’t sit so well with the Guild.”

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