Leo squints. "You got some kinda problem with drow?"

Leo frowns.

"That's racist, fella."

"Oh, come on! They keep slaves and cultivate poison, and they worship a giant, chaotic evil spider--demon-goddess! And they live underground, and name me anything that lives underground that isn't icky! Mind flayers, hook horrors, aboleths, mountain dwarves..."

Frances wouldn't back down from that as he shook his head. "Still, to judge an individual based on the mass is still a foolish choice." He said leaning on the wall. "All species have their negatives."

He would point to himself "Undead, creatures of raised by necrotic dark magic, most used as evil tools." He would then point to Serrol and said "Elves, high on their own egos and always looking down on everyone. Humans, believes they are the one true race to rule the world. Orcs, barbaric savages. Dwarves, drunken isolationists, I've walked my world for over...maybe 30 or so years, the list goes on. When you look at a person as part of the mass, then everyone who draws breath are d###s. That's why you look at a person as an individual, not as part of some mass." He said. 

The tone Frances was using kind of sounded like this was more of a personal issue than anything, something that metaphorically got under his skin. "Just remember that before you judge someone without even so much as giving them a chance to prove you wrong." He said getting off the wall before saying to Leo "Apologize, I kind of got heated under the skull, I'll go look for the other person." He said going to look for the other person looking to be a drummer.

"I didn't want to work with a necromancer and his puppet anyway," Serrol says, closing the door.