"How's it going Eldrain, feeling OK?" you ask with a grin as you once more enter the common room.
"Hmm? Fine, I'm fine!" the elf mutters back, one hand rubbing at his oh so very itchy ears as the other frantically manipulates your shared scrying orb. "Tell me, who was it that was treating that disease you mentioned the other day?" He's definitely starting to crack up!
"Why do you ask? I thought you were convinced the whole thing was a hoax." It takes all the discipline you have not to really rub it in. Instead you keep your tone even and head to the larder for a snack. Oh look at that, Eldrain must have stocked up on cave roots already!
"I do!" he shouts back, "but I've been scrying around, and can't find anything about it. I'm just... concerned whoever's behind this hoax could hide all the evidence so well!" He's massaging those ears with both hands now, looks like the dreams you've been sending him have been hurting his sleep too.
You shrug. "Well again, for most people it's more like a common cold. A few elves here and there had the more dramatic effects, but, well, I think they all just ran off into the wilderness? The few who stayed male too busy enjoying their new harems to talk to anyone and all." You felt a little bad about that one, not for Eldrain's sake, but on behalf of real orcs who so far as you knew weren't at all like Eldrain imagined. Why didn't you have any orcish friends anyway? You really did need to get out more sometime.
"You did mention a cure though, yes? What was it?"
You shrug again. "Did I? I mean, I think I maybe had it, but I just slept it off. Try a hardy soup?"
Eldrain finally loses his temper, stepping away from the orb and confronts you. "I swear if I die of some strange contagion you picked up in a brothel or whatever it is you get up to out there, I'll haunt you to the end of your days!"
Oh, there they were! Moss green blotches around his eyes and peaking out from his robe! This would be getting to the fun part soon... the question was just whether to stay and watch, or duck out so he didn't start throwing books at your head.