Slain by Elf

We move down the tunnel towards the drow city, from which the undead curiously emerged. The drider that saw us fight the undead reappears ahead of us. ‘Hail, adventurers. What are surface dwellers doing here?’ There is some mumbling from the group members at point, ‘maybe you want to talk to our intelligent member of [...]

My new mage has the French-derived name Bijou. With no introductions, I get a whisper from a gnome asking ‘where are you from?’ I’m a Draenei and on an RP server, so I reply ‘from outer space, our ship crash-landed here’. The gnome doesn’t talk to me again.