Despite their size and number, the Neanderthals initially jump back skittishly, brandishing their blunt instruments defensively. But when 'armless little Lemmi appears in the doorway and delivers her proposal, they relax somewhat.
"Iz it food?" grunt several, sniffing the air for a scent of her.
"No you idiots," explains a slightly more cerebral sort, "Itz a Wooo-man."
"Ooooooh" repeat most of them, their brows rising a falling in unison as comprehension dawns.
"Aaaahn... " asks one up the back, cogs turning painfully slowly, "What does it want?"
One of the nearby cavemen whops 'im over the back of the head.
"It sez it wants an al-eye-ens..." says the cerebral one.
"Ooooh" nod a number of them, awed by the ever increasing scope of cave-speak vocabulary.
All important reaction check to Lemmi's non-aggressive appearance: 2d6=8. That would be an "uncertain" result, but Lemmi has a charisma, and a +1 adjustment to reactions, which makes it a 9, which makes a "positive" reaction...
Suffice to say at this point they are open to Lemmi's (non-scary) suggestion.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch