[IC] Chapter 2-6: But Your Eyes Don't Agree

[Toot]

The dragon emits a low growl, as if amused by the development.
"Let the squeaker walk forth and parlay, then," he says in a much friendlier tone.

Private to Toot + Merri

The voice reminds elf and jermlaine of a cat playing with a mouse. He's very good at fainting friendship but some are capable of seeing through his attempt.

'WHAT!' Toot thinks to himself.  He never once thought in his long life that a Jermlaine's skill at grovelling would get him into parlaying with a Dragoon.  'Now what the fuck is Toot suppose to do?' He thinks.  Toot was well aware he was no silver tongued dandy like that sloppy-turd they left behind.  'God-dammit, Toot hate Gnomes!' He thinks while gritting his sharp teeth.

Toot shivers as he carefully peeks one eye around the corner.  He waves weakly as his strength quickly drains away at the sight of the Dragon.  With a knot in his stomach bigger than he is, Toot says, voice cracking, "H... h... hello.  M... m... me, To... Toot, m... m... master dragon.  M... may me ask yo... your n... name, emerald n... nightmare?"  Toot knew he didn't have a chance of eloquently persuading the dragon to not eat them up.  So he chose to use his genuine terror and survival instincts to convince the dragon that he sincerely wants no trouble from the creature.  

[Toot is readying to dive back behind to corner to gain cover if the dragon attempts to attack.]