“Where was I? Ah yes, elves. To put
it simply, elves as a whole, are some of the most arrogant sons of
bitches on the continent of Abviok or as they like to say,
Asinadiniel. Doesn't roll off the tongue very well does it?
Asinadiniel! The elves think everything they do is superior, from
their language to how they shit. Oh and they're entitled to their
prejudice aren't they? They've been on Abviok for at least three
thousand years. You'd think they would've developed at least a
measure of humility wouldn't you, being here all this time? No, it's
only made them more entrenched and stubborn in how they view the
other races.
Yes, the relatively new (by elven
standards anyway) Palm Concordants have forced them, in some measure,
to at least learn how to get along better with humanity, but they're
still secretive, smug and damn self-righteous.
I think humanity should take a lesson
from the dwarves, who really don't give a shit about what the elves
think. Oh the dwarves will certainly give an elf a beating when
they've been pushed too hard, but other than that, there's this
strange aspect of coexistence between those two peoples. It
certainly helps that the dwarves like to live under the mountains
while the elves like to live on top of them. You know, that should've
given the delegates an indication of elven disposition, when they
knew they had to trek a few miles up to the top of Glinnegown Peaks
just to talk to the cheeky bastards during the High Peaks Accords.
But I digress.
Then there are those handful of elves
who just break the mold completely. Like those in Yethers. These
buggers don't mind living with humans. Rather than coming off as
arrogant, these fellows are distant shall we say? They've picked up
some of humanity's better qualities (thank the gods); compassion,
honor, loyalty but sometimes, they have that far off look, and if you
ask them what's the matter they'll answer, 'just meditating upon a
thought,' or some such thing. These type of elves are just damn
frustrating, but at least I don't get the urge to throw a haymaker at
them like I do with their spoiled brethren.
So lad, do you still want to make a go
of courting that elven female? Take my advice, leave this manse and
try to find a living dragonling, trust me, you'll have more success,
even if you fail! The experience will be worth it. That elvish lass
will just lead you to pain and disaster. Quite possibly, she will sacrifice your manhood to an abattoir. But such is the folly of youth
hey?”
-from the Sage Cedifor Maddock,
as he attempted to dissuade young Master Kearins from fawning over
the daughter of an elven consulate
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