Lafiryur Isanu  

You say, 'Hail, Lafiryur Isanu'

Lafiryur Isanu looks up at you, his face looking a little paler than you might expect, even for a high elf. 'Hello, friend. Pardon my reticence. I'm not feeling my best. Though I'm better off here than I am [below deck] or near the [rail].'

You say, 'below deck'

Lafiryur Isanu says, 'I have no problem with heights. I have lived several months in the treetops with my kin, but such an enclosed space, and one that is in motion, makes me yearn for the open forest.'

You say, 'rail'

Lafiryur Isanu says, 'Please, let's not speak of that. If you've heard from poor Dugina, apologize for me again, please. In my state I was unable to discern which rail was over water and which was over the lower deck. I have endeavored to use all of my magic to clean his robe.' Lafiryur looks a bit more ill at the thought of his past illness, and waves you away. 'Please, let me rest for a time. Perhaps I will feel more talkative when we next meet.'