[ That question gives Fenris pause, and he grudgingly admits: ] Among humans. [ But he's more interested in the other bit. Not because he has any kinship at all with other elves, at least not before today, but because the idea is so... novel. Though they would probably let their mages rule over them, as the fool Dalish do. ] There are elven states in yours?

[ Fenris takes the time to step back so he can better glower up at you, Iorveth!! Oh my god don't you tease him with the alcohol, he hates you, how is he supposed to resist?? ] I do not fear either, I only see no point in courting a drunken fall onto the trapped ground. [ A beat, and then as dry and deadpan as possible: ] For you, of course. [ He reaches for a low branch, though, definitely not totally butthurt about being called a city elf (even though it's true.) The Dalish can throw everything away for a history full of shame and defeat for all he cares, but Iorveth with his lovely dragging-slavers-behind-wagons stories seems hardly akin to the the elves who waste their freedom on nothing worth having, to Fenris. ]