Three Laughs Each

Summoneyy discovered the Skyborne have been issued three laughs apiece, apparently to be spent on every occasion from a dropped spoon to a funeral. Blaedy asked whether they resembled the blood elves' laugh, which is the sort of specialist inquiry one makes only after long exposure to bad company.

They agreed the Skyborne sound excessively refined and were scandalized that each one repeats the same small set of jests. Fair complaint. Even Westfall thieves vary their threats, if only because memory costs nothing.

By the end, Summoneyy had decided a Skyborne druid would serve as her chief spare self. A people may be repetitive, but they do make handsome bait.