Rorschach and his Dwarf buddies were getting along famously. Perhaps it was the camaraderie between a chemical engineer and a materials scientist.
After selling another batch of the latest explosive-style fermentation tanks, Rorschach was in high spirits. He drank quite a bit, something he hadn't done in a while, only to find he was just slightly tipsy. That feat alone was enough to completely win over all the Dwarves.
'Whoever wants to drink that dirt-flavored root water with the Elves can go right ahead!'
Once he was drunk, Luger started spouting crude remarks, which eventually circled back to the Elves. "Well now, Uncle Rorschach, you'd better be prepared. I'm afraid those lanky old bastards are going to try something crooked."
"Crooked ideas?" It seemed the Dwarves dealt with the Elves more often. And though their familiarity was steeped in prejudice, it didn't stop Rorschach from asking for more details.
