"If you are human or dwarven all is fair and fine and good. If you are Elven?" He huffs, lips twisting in a wry curl. "It is another story entirely. We are...expendable labor? For the most part. If you are lucky you may find a kindly noble to take you in as a House Pet, provided you perform your duties well and do not find them entirely loathsome."

Which can be, perhaps, the difficult part. The roll of his shoulders is as eloquent as it is fluid. Such is life, what can one do but endure? "I fear perhaps you would be seen as a demon rather than the ever so dashing man you truly are- and what a shame that might be."