Those visiting the oak in the next few days will run across various stuffed, plush drow.

When squeezed these things recite various statements:

"Drow are our friends."

*Dagger at your throat that's not us."

*Hmm yes your duaghter is very healty she will fetch a nice price.. i mean grown up to be a nice girl."

"11000 years of hate and misery, oh thats the other drow."

"Corelleon is full of poop."

"Its just a misunderstanding with the elves, and the humans, and the gnomes, and anything that breathes - they are all just misinformed."

"Oh no thats not elf skin, its cow. Yes cow's have tatoos with the word 'Mom' on it sure."

A few even bear a small label that states in common.

Now with backstabbing action.

Looks at the toy

"What in the hells..."

Puts the toy into his bag, wondering as he leaves the Oak.