Two individuals are arguing fiercely. They are so close they are nearly twins. A powerful wizard forces them to be chained together until these two are able to realize they are more alike than they think. Before blood ends up spilled. -- Lessons
Of all the things to argue about, this had to be one of the more ridiculous ones. One was shouting "Mustard!" while the other responded, "Mayo!" Since they were both Harukh, the argument was about to have an area of effect if someone didn't act.
Wraithvine didn't like doing things like this, but... needs must. Ze rose from hir corner and gently grasped each contender's large, green, muscular hands in one of hirs. "Gentlebeings... Seek ye true understanding."
The magic flowed over both Orcs, briefly manifesting as a glowing chain joining both Harukh wrists, and winding to both hearts and both heads. They loomed over Wraithvine, ancient enemies of Elvenkind now united against historical grudges. Wraithvine quickly put up a barrier between each of them. "Before we go any furthier, I should introduce myself. My name is Wraithvine."
That lowered their fists.
"What did you do, Elf?" said the one who preferred mustard. Here, 'elf' was pronounced, Someone I'd kill so hard they'll write legends about it.
"Nothing that will harm either of you," said Wraithvine. "Unless you choose to harm each other."
"What happens then?" said the mayonnaise advocate.
"The harm you attempt to do to the other, or another... will harm you. You should also know that harming yourself will only harm yourself, by the way. You will also begin to feel ill if you venture more than one league away from each other. Nothing debilitating, merely very annoying."
"So you cursed us," snarled mustard's advocate.
"Gentlebeings," said Wraithvine in the same way anyone might call a snarling Doberman Nice doggy. "You are standing in neutral ground, surrounded by innocents. Even a casual Harukh argument could harm many. Including infants." To prove hir point, Wraithvine drew their attention to a couple of toddlers playing under a nearby table.
Mustard boggled. "The warriors of the future," they whispered.
"There's easier ways to tell us we're being fools," growled Mayo.
"Any you'd have listened to?" asked Wraithvine.
Both Harukh couldn't think of any. Mayo acknowledged their error and asked, "When does this wear off?"
"When you get in the habit of reaching agreeable compromise," said Wraithvine.
"But we can only afford one sandwich," said Mustard.
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