What can you tell us about elves?

Arrogant tree lovers. I hate them.

This is surprising. You look like an elf yourself. How come?

Oh yes. My dear mother’s legacy. She gave me these ears and left me with my worthless layabout-father. I don’t remember if I ever saw him sober. He never stood up for me when the villagers teased and beat me. I went in search of my mother. When I found her, her tribe did not want to accept me, because I am too corrupted by badoc. Wasn’t good enough for them. I had to survive on my own. And I was only twelve!