[There's a small blot of ink as Fenris thinks better of what he was going to write. You are my equal. That the rest of the world thinks otherwise is their fault, not yours. It's true, but it also feels cloying: sticky-sweet in a way that has no real ties with the real world. He'd scoff at anyone else saying such a thing, so why did it occur to him?
Because it's true. And it's cloying and stupid and saccharine, and somehow it's still true nonetheless.]
I suspect you will be mistaken for my better. I do not do well with these kinds of missions.
But yes and yes: there are elves, I hear, who wield more power than some minor nobles, whether because they are the lover of some human or simply high ranking enough to get away with insolence. Servants contracted to the Empress or one of the higher ranking Dukes are given deference and better treatment; it is not dissimilar in Tevinter.
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Because it's true. And it's cloying and stupid and saccharine, and somehow it's still true nonetheless.]
I suspect you will be mistaken for my better. I do not do well with these kinds of missions.
But yes and yes: there are elves, I hear, who wield more power than some minor nobles, whether because they are the lover of some human or simply high ranking enough to get away with insolence. Servants contracted to the Empress or one of the higher ranking Dukes are given deference and better treatment; it is not dissimilar in Tevinter.
You wish to pass as one of them?