[A Lieutenant? That sits strangely with him, and it shows on his face in a brief flicker of uncertainty. It's not a title he would have imagined for an elf. Still, he can't help a flare of bitter resentment.]

A beautiful world in which elves are commonly enslaved by those power-hungry and corrupt. [And if lucky enough to avoid that fate, then go on to face oppression in the south regardless.] Is that what you wished to hear? Do not speak to me with familiarity. I care little for the plight of other elves. We are not the same.

[He considers whether he's going to answer, glancing away, expression dark.]

What I have here is freedom. It won't be taken from me.