“I see, well, that certainly explains a lot. The way you carry yourself and speak to others shows your lineage.” The Elf admitted. He had known for a while that she was not a farm-born peasant. While those born with less were often worldlier, she had been knowledgeable in the way of a soldier and diplomat.
“Ha, I wish the council could hear you say that. They always b***h about me not being lady-like and how no one will want me because I am so scared and have prosthetic limbs, like I am sorry, but at least I am not some shriveled up old bat with no concept of equal rights! Honestly, the fact that they even try to guilt me about not being married makes me want to go home and beat the s**t out of them.” The woman seethed, ignoring her mild internal panic at the information she had shared. S
