Shale: So, uh, here’s a question for the painted elf. Zevran: Painted elf? Oh, that’s me! Oh, I do like that. Shale: Am I to understand correctly that the painted elf is a crow? Zevran: Not literally, but yes I am a crow. Shale: As in a bird? Zevran: Is there another sort? Shale: So the painted elf assaults helpless statuary with its feces? Zevran: If given sufficient cause, why not? Shale: That is outrageous. The painted elf will stay away from me, or else. Zevran: *sigh* I get a lot of that.