You would have to teach them to read first, [ Pietro points out, mild. Just saying. He lets his bucket drop into the well. He didn't imagine this elf lived more luxuriously, actually — he imagined he lived without community, without family, without every step he takes toward freedom coming at the cost of someone else's and at the risk of those he loves. Impale a few humans, and you may as well string up a half dozen elves alongside each.

Not that he hasn't considered it anyway. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be standing here listening to this elf talk about skewering shemlen like he was telling the tale of a very good hunt. ]

Do you intend to do anything about any of this, or simply complain? [ —as if he, personally, has never complained a day in his life. ] Apart from feeding children, of course.