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"Tír na nÓg, yeah," Redcap replied, picking up her broken pencil and drumming it on the bar. "That's where I'm from. Land o' the Eternally Young. Great name for a country, truly."

Smalltalk. She hated smalltalk. More importantly, she hated smalltalk about herself. She wondered if she shouldn't just make some drek up. The elf only seemed to be half-listening anyway, it wasn't as if she'd know the difference.

"I'm from Limmerick, specifically," she said, relaxing and taking another drink of her soykaf. "Family of pixies raised me there, actually. I wasn't the easiest child, naturally, being several times their size, but they loved me like one o' their own, and taught me everything they knew. Raised me up good and proper, they did, with good Satanist values. Taught me how to steal children, sacrifice virgins to the Dark Lord, all the fun stuff every child should know.

But o'course, every dream must end, and they were all torn apart by devil rats. A real shame, but at least they tasted nice. I could give you a recipe, if you like. I wandered the nation for several weeks, eventually being taken in by a lovely couple on the edge o' Dublin. They tasted nice, too, they did. Especially the man. See, the trick is to let 'em bleed first, get all the juices flowing."

She quieted, watching a moment to see if Eris was paying attention.