My people tell stories, though the ones I have acquired as of late are not the sort I should feel over ready to tell.

[She smiles, but it's a sad, quiet smile.]

There are decidedly few heroes, I am afraid. Not like what my Keeper told me and the songs Lelianna sings at the fire.

Do you...

[It's so difficult to imagine. Because this is Zevran. This is the elf she knows, an eventual friend and half-confidante. Someone who understands what it is to be an elf in human society.]

Do you truly not know me?