Cain's happy enough to leave it at that. And honestly, any conversation isn't weird to have with party hats on until the moment you bring it up. Then it becomes weird.
"Eldar," he corrects, taking his own hat off. He elects to set his own down on the table, because the taut pressure of any string slung around his neck makes the palms of his hands tingle. Not that anyone's likely to come up from behind and garrote him with his own party hat right this moment, but it never hurts to be paranoid.
"In short: Pointy-eared xenos, sorcerers the lot of them, and frakking quick. Much longer lived than us inferior humans, so there's a terribly inescapable air of superiority hanging about at all times. That is, if they're not murdering you because they've decided that they either want more victims for the fun of it, or they'd really like their planet back now, thanks, no matter that it's been millennia since they've buggered off and we've built cities on it since."
Cain doesn't know that there's a difference between the Dark Eldar and the Eldar.
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"Eldar," he corrects, taking his own hat off. He elects to set his own down on the table, because the taut pressure of any string slung around his neck makes the palms of his hands tingle. Not that anyone's likely to come up from behind and garrote him with his own party hat right this moment, but it never hurts to be paranoid.
"In short: Pointy-eared xenos, sorcerers the lot of them, and frakking quick. Much longer lived than us inferior humans, so there's a terribly inescapable air of superiority hanging about at all times. That is, if they're not murdering you because they've decided that they either want more victims for the fun of it, or they'd really like their planet back now, thanks, no matter that it's been millennia since they've buggered off and we've built cities on it since."
Cain doesn't know that there's a difference between the Dark Eldar and the Eldar.