[ Zevran does have a point. It's not strange entirely; he has encountered city elves who feel that Dalish are wild and uncivilized, or that they have abandoned their brethren still solidly under the thumb of humans. And he knows Dalish that feel city elves abandoned their heritage for the sake of easier living, or that, as Zevran says, the Dalish have tried harder to keep their own history alive. But to feel superior over both was odd indeed.
He glances away, giving an uncomfortable and noncommittal 'mm' in response. When the conversation turns, he's grateful.
The elf crosses the room towards Zevran, trying to put his weight on the balls of his feet without walking on his toes. By the time he reaches his new friend, he feels quite silly about having to think so hard about simply walking. ] Oh- just the leggings I normally wear that go beneath the foot but leave the heels and toes bare.
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He glances away, giving an uncomfortable and noncommittal 'mm' in response. When the conversation turns, he's grateful.
The elf crosses the room towards Zevran, trying to put his weight on the balls of his feet without walking on his toes. By the time he reaches his new friend, he feels quite silly about having to think so hard about simply walking. ] Oh- just the leggings I normally wear that go beneath the foot but leave the heels and toes bare.