"I care not of what importance this matter is," Aramil says, waving a hand. "I refuse to allocate any of our clerics to help those human swine. I'm sure you understand, brother."
You then revert to another topic, how they're not getting along.
"This may be a time when leadership is required," Aramil replies icily, "and I shall lead and aid as required...our people. Not theirs. If they cannot take care of their own, they have no one but themselves to blame."
Uneasy relationship questions...
"I don't see how it's any of your business," sighs Aramil, "but they did not help us before. You weren't here at the time, I know, but you do know how this church was started, right? I was a missionary, sent to spread the word, yada yada yada. Yeah. You know. Anyway, I was mostly right about small towns. Emphasis on mostly. See, most of them were pretty open minded about the whole thing, all the elves in town had a good place to worship, even a few humans attended out of curiosity. Things were going swimmingly...before this crazy mage, the only one in town as far as I could tell, started preaching this paranoid garbage. I only found out later he was a half elf, and was completely flabbergasted about this particular piece of information, but anyway, as I was saying, the town hermit and mage started spreading these utter lies around. 'the church wants to kill our children and sacrifice them to their bloodthirsty master', 'they are Blackguards in disguise', you would not believe the garbage he managed to conjure. And the rest of the town astounded me with their stupidity when they actually believed him. I don't know if this Thamior fellow, the one who started it all, actually believed what he was saying or if he was just malicious, but either way, now almost every human in the town hated the church, and all the elves refused to attend for fear of what might become them. There were even mobs-human mobs, lead by Thamior!-who attacked the Church of Corellon Larethian itself. Flaming items were thrown, altars desecrated, pews broken. Things were falling apart, so I contacted the other churches in town to request their help as fellow brothers in faith. All of them refused to help me, including the Church of Lathander. Now, Cleric Silverheart was not the head cleric at the time, it was an older fellow named Othiur who died a few years after this, but he was an acolyte at the time and therefore he supported the decision by proxy as a member of the church, as did the entire Church of Lathander. So there we were, abandoned. The entire town refused to help us, and I was dead in the water. No funding, destroyed reputation, et cetera. I fought the rumors, to be sure, but the humans were just too bullheaded to listen. That is, until that Thamior fellow disappeared. And I swear, I had nothing to do with it. Once the humans stopped hearing the lies on a regular basis, they started to believe the truth, and the Church of Corellon Larethian started to recover. A little over a decade later, here we are. Now you know why I refuse to help the humans in their time of need; they did not help me in mine. Some humans say that it was a long time ago, but that just goes to show how short sighted they are. You probably know this already...an elf never forgets an enemy."
Zingnoff takes some time to congratulate himself, and is still unnoticed.
