INT. BPA INFIRMARY - DAY

SETH

I’m looking for someone named Droogan.

Ysabel shrugs.

YSABEL

What do you want with him? And why are you asking ME?

SETH

(brandishing the roll of papers)

I have to fill this out, and he can show me how. I figured you being an elf, you’d know where I can find him.

Ysabel joins her hands behind her back, leans forward, and squints. Is she upset? Is she playful? Probably somewhere between both.

YSABEL

Are you serious? You’re not buying into this whole elves versus dwarves rivalry, do you? That old cliché is as old as time. Naturally, there’s some ancient history that led to that belief, but that was TEN THOUSAND years ago. We’re one big family, and we are all children of the Source. To assume that because he’s a dwarf, that I’d think of him as a threat, that’s just preposterous.

(wagging a finger at him)

I think, Mister Seth, that you’re being a little racist, here. I think you’re taking shortcuts because despite your fine education, you’ve got a few blind spots and you can’t get past them.

(half-smiling, poking him gently in the chest)

What do you say about that, Mister Seth?

Seth looks at the finger, then stares back into her eyes.

SETH

(knowing smile)

I’ve yet to meet an elf who doesn’t keep tabs on any dwarf in a three-league radius.

(squinting back at her)

Are YOU that elf, Miss Ysabel?

Ysabel scrunches her nose in annoyance, then sighs. Just like that, she’s been defeated.

YSABEL

(monotone)

When you go out, next corridor to your right, it’s the third door on your left.

Seth bows reverently.

SETH

You are most kind.

YSABEL

I really am.