[He asks as if he already knows the answer, and perhaps it is the simple way he asks — without incredulity, as if he asking her the time, or what the weather is like outside — that has her shaking her head and answering equally simply.]
No. I am a Silvan elf. [She looks him over, noting his round ears, the stubble on his chin, the length of his limbs. The only thing incongruous with the picture is the hint of what appears to be metal at his wrist and hand; does he wear a gauntlet? Why only on one arm?]
You are human, though. [It's half a question, but she's fairly certain she's correct.]
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No. I am a Silvan elf. [She looks him over, noting his round ears, the stubble on his chin, the length of his limbs. The only thing incongruous with the picture is the hint of what appears to be metal at his wrist and hand; does he wear a gauntlet? Why only on one arm?]
You are human, though. [It's half a question, but she's fairly certain she's correct.]