"Not your pick, huh?"

She could respect that. Life was shit. Things happen, a lot of them not what you wanted, out in the city. Any city. But a city elf not wanting face ink- or having it for reasons past themselves- would be easier to swallow than some non-dalish trying to chase after being a 'real' elf. That such a 'real' could exist made her sick.

"Fair enough."