Not so long ago Dark Elves were seen near the gates. They are involved nothing surer!
*another voice chips in*
Of course Dark Elves were seen nearby, tis HLINT! Only a generation ago they were all holding hands singing on the Courthouse lawn of love and peace and playing hackysack! Ask your grandpappy if ye don't believe me, Hlint was bloody FAMOUS for its indigenous benevolent dark elf population once!
*a horn-masked madman in a tuxedo pulls a decapitated Rift dark elf head out of his pack, shoves his hand up its neck-hole and uses it like a sock-puppet, ventriloquating*
"Why yes my good man. Don't kill the dark elves! Everybody knows that we're all goodly rangers who just want hugs and kisses! What? No unseen agenda here. Nope! All reformed here! Hey! Anybody wanna hire a paperweight?!"
*punts the head into the wall with a thud and continues his tirade*
Nay! The real culprit has to be the half-orcs. Building our docks, doing our heavy labor, striking back when our brave racist guards try to genocide them down the road outside the gate. How dare they?! Burn Muhkumans house! Yes burn it! And the little pear tree too! Die half-orc pear tree! DieDieDieDie! Nyahahahah!
*sprints off cackling as confused onlookers scratch their heads*
"he's um, not all there is he?"
*the crowd looks over to the source of the voice, and sees the dead dark elf's head sitting there, grinning and motionless*
