[Definitely not an elf. Unless he's a very foreign, very odd Tranquil. Zevran orders himself a glass of brandy and while waiting, turns to better face the not-elf.]
You are in Luceti, a strange little village with, quite literally, a little of everything in terms of it's inhabitants. Specifically we are in Good Spirits, you are interacting with a local right now, and I'm an elf. I take it that you are not one yourself despite your misleading ears for I have never met one quite so...flat.
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[Definitely not an elf. Unless he's a very foreign, very odd Tranquil. Zevran orders himself a glass of brandy and while waiting, turns to better face the not-elf.]
You are in Luceti, a strange little village with, quite literally, a little of everything in terms of it's inhabitants. Specifically we are in Good Spirits, you are interacting with a local right now, and I'm an elf. I take it that you are not one yourself despite your misleading ears for I have never met one quite so...flat.