Mr. Buscemi

yourplayersaidwhat:

Our campaign had just entered a portal into the Feywild quite recklessly, but by luck had stumbled upon a Dryad that could help us. She only spoke Sylvan and Elvish, so the two Elves (the Rogue and myself, the sorcerer) could understand her.

Dryad: “And this man over here…” gesturing to the dwarven Paladin in our party

Rogue: “Oh, he’s a dwarf.”

Dryad: “A… dwarf? Ive never seen anything like him. Is he a pet?”

Rogue: “No!”
Me, at the same time: “Yes!”

I look at the rogue across the table and say yes again, the person playing the Dwarf is wide-eyed and everyone else is laughing.

“Yes, he’s our pet, and he’s helping us along the way.”
DM makes me roll a deception check and I pass it with flying colors.

Dryad: “Oh!” And she pets the dwarf’s shoulder, smiling.

More conversation passes, and then we head to get a night’s sleep. I take the first watch with the dwarf, and the dryad walks around instead of sleeping for a while, watching us. Finally she comes up to us and looks back at the dwarf.

Dryad: “What is your pet’s name?”

Sorcerer: “His name… it’s Steve Buscemi.”
Again, my deception roll was in the 20’s.

Dryad: she smiles. “Steve Buscemi!” And pats him on the head.

The dwarf is confused and the player is stunned but can’t correct me because he doesn’t know what we were saying, side it was in Elvish. For now, we’re traveling with a Dryad who thinks we have a pet Dwarf named Steve Buscemi