[ But where to begin? Thinking back to other Rifters, how it had always been a strange thing never to assume they knew what you think everyone should know. ]
The elven people have a fucked up history, and it led to a division, of kinds. There are those that chose to live in clans, the Dalish people, separated from human civilisation, digging around for fragments of forgotten language and practice and then making sure no one else gets to experience it.
Even other elves, the ones that live among humans. City elves, like me. And it is just like a Dalish to think my being Orlesian overrides being an elf.
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[ But where to begin? Thinking back to other Rifters, how it had always been a strange thing never to assume they knew what you think everyone should know. ]
The elven people have a fucked up history, and it led to a division, of kinds. There are those that chose to live in clans, the Dalish people, separated from human civilisation, digging around for fragments of forgotten language and practice and then making sure no one else gets to experience it.
Even other elves, the ones that live among humans. City elves, like me. And it is just like a Dalish to think my being Orlesian overrides being an elf.