When you’ve spent your life being judged for who you are, you try to keep an open mind about people.
So I’m supposed to use Elfstones, I don’t have, to protect a princess, who doesn’t want to be found, from a Demon horde bent on laying waste to the world? And even if I succeed, which is entirely doubtful, my life could still be doomed because magic will have fried my brain. I liked it better when we didn’t talk.
What we’re doing… this isn’t about saving any one race. This is for every one of us. And I think we all deserve saving.
We made it. We’re almost home. And when we finish this, when everyone’s safe, we’ll have all the time in the world to do things differently.
If you dropped the whole lying, cheating, and stealing act, you’d find people were a little more hospitable.