[ Iorveth nods - yes, Aen Seidhe is the proper name of his people. 'Elves' was something humans made up to better suit their clumsy tongues. Easier to pronounce, shorter, lazier. He listens to her talk of her lands and it pains something in his chest. That's what it must have been like, long before. The dream they'd all like to return to. Where Aen Seidhe cities are still beautiful, peaceful, undisturbed things, and the humans that coveted it weren't permitted to walk there. Until they learned what disadvantage they had to war. ]

I'm sure your lands will bear witness to their savagery eventually.

[ The Aen Seidhe had many powerful warriors and sorcerers, grand armies and resources, proud kingdoms and knowledge. But their numbers weren't so easy to replenish. You kill a human in battle, and his son takes his place in a hand full of years. You kill an Aen Seidhe, and it could be centuries before another can be born. Long lived, but procreation was limited to a short time in their youth. They couldn't multiple fast enough to stave off the barbarian horde. ]

Man craves nothing more than conquest. To seek power and profit, fill their gluttonous greed to the brim and over again, and pay no mind to the mountain of corpses their thrones sit atop of. [ Iorveth spits bitterly, eyes cast to a pair of human guards passing through the area, as if he's ready to pull free his bow and drop them both merely for existing. ] Don't let them into your lands, or spare them any of your secrets. Once they learn a means to take from you, their nature won't allow them to resist it.