"Guessin' we don't run in the same circle of elves. Ones I know are a bit more likely ta see folk pulled off the path." He wets his lip as he glances back down to the food, trying to figure out what to start with.

"As far as I can tell, there inn't a universal way ta warden. More 'bout bein' yerself or some shit." One shoulder shrugs.

"'specially while yer tempin', seems ta be mostly a 'make sure they have what they need an' stay outta trouble gig. Punish them if they misbehave." Sweeney peeks back up.

"Though I've ne'er seen a proper list of rules, much less the assigned punishments fer that shit. Only one I'm sure on is 'no killin''." He rolls his eyes. "E'eryone seems ta agree on that one." Which Sweeney thinks is kind of dumb, given the 'not staying dead' bit, but whatever.

"You got any specific questions yet? Or ya still workin' on dealin' with the general level of bullshit?"