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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 1847894" data-attributes="member: 7006">'Humans can't see in the dark.  How were they supposed to read a message scrawled on a wall miles inside a long cave with no light?'Massif blurts this out without even thinking, and immediately curses himself under his breath once more.Oh for the Host's sake, dwarf... just SHUT UP!!!  You aren't helping things here!Before Vel or any of the others can react to this obvious slight that Massif gave to what was actually a very interesting (and probably not meant to be taken as fact) story, he immediately backtracks his words and tries to soothe over what he is sure are six sets of ruffled feathers... or at the very least five sets, as he isn't sure the warforged even understands what he's saying, let alone the snide intent that his words have been dripping with.  'Um... what I mean is... um... no... not that the humans didn't have light necessarily... it's just that... well, they could have read it... magic perhaps?  Yes... magic... words were glowing maybe, or perhaps they got off the boat first to collect wood for fire and torches before venturing into the cave... or... well... um...'Just keep talking, you idiot... you're digging yourself a hole wider than even that Digger probably has ever actually done.'Uh... nevermind.  Good story.  Very good story.  I'm not one for stories myself.  Heh heh... uh...'Introduce yourself, you babbling moron!'My name's Massif, by the way.  Massif Dardungren.  Sorry.  I should've said.  My fault.  My fault.  Nevermind me.  Ignore me.'It is hard to tell because of the long beard and moustache that covers pretty much most of Massif's face, but he does in fact turn a bright shade of red from embarrassment.  Once more he has put his foot in his mouth as is customary for a creature who is about as charismatic as a block of wood... although to be honest, even a block of wood knows when to just lie there and do nothing.Massif realizes that thus far he has managed to insult two people outright, just by being an obnoxious jerk who doesn't know when to keep his big yap shut.  So although the voice inside is head is telling him to just lean back and quit while he's behind, he decides that he needs to make at least one final attempt to make things right... otherwise this is going to be a very long trip.  He just spent several weeks in the company of a halfling clan, 95% of which couldn't stand to look at him by the end... and he isn't looking forward to duplicating that experience.  Gathering up his courage, he begins to speak...'Uh... yes... Massif's my name... Massif.  I'm uh... originally from the Mror Holds.  Not much of a talker, really.  Probably could have guessed, right?  Heh heh.  Um... yeah.  Well!''Stories.  Yeah, stories.  Well, I uh... probably shouldn't tell one.  Not very good.  But that one really was.  Really.  "What are you seeking?"  Yeah.  Good.  Very good.  Interesting idea.  Makes sense too... bit of a gag isn't it?  Go through an immensely long tunnel, obviously you're looking for something.  Treasure perhaps... something... and whomever got there first and got whatever was in the tunnel, what better way to make fun of the next batch of people coming through than to taunt them with a little slogan like that?  Heh heh... Kind of like if they had written "TOO LATE!"  Heh heh... that would have been funny.  Yeah.  Very funny.'((Diplomacy *untrained*: [12] - 2 = 10))And once again... having shot his load in an attempt to soothe things over, he looks back down at his feet and tries to avoid the eyes of the rest of the passengers.</blockquote>

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