[At the unexpected approach, Fenris takes his own steps backward, suspicion climbing. He bristles at the attention - he knows he may be an uncommon elf himself, but city elves or Dalish elves, slaves or servants... they're not rare.]

I doubt I was meant to be a hopeful sight.

[There's a touch of sarcasm in it. Why would his presence be hopeful to another elf? It makes no sense, nor does anything he's seen so far.]

And I couldn't know that. Elves aren't unusual.

[He takes care not to step on any glass pieces with bare feet. At least he's armed, although he senses no threat yet.]

My name is Fenris. Who are you?