[Open] Home is where your head lies

Ailwin chuckled a bit at Flea’s suspicions, a woman after his own heart. He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before answering. Why was he so willing to help her? Perhaps it was curiosity, the idea of ancient elves waking up was an interesting situation. What did they have to offer? He’d learned enough from Zevran to know that not all the ancients were worth knowing, and that many in power had held slaves themselves, but that didn’t mean they were all bad, and the ones that weren’t, well maybe they would be willing to help with the fight against Elvhen oppression.

Well, there’s one thing we have in common. I’d be a bit sus myself if you’d agreed too easily. What do I get out of it? He asked and then paused again, he was intrigued by Flea, that was undeniable, and it had been a very long time since someone had intrigued him like that. I’m still learning about the ancients, you see much of our past isn’t known to us, it was lost with time. I don’t know how long you’ve been awake exactly, if you’ve been awake long enough to see how the elves are treated by the humans, but I’m always looking for allies. You see I and this group I’m part of fight against that oppression.