"Yeah, it's basically... same elves, different cultures? Kind of? I mean, the Dalish elves wander around with aravels and deer pulling them and they have fancy tattoos on their faces that mean things, and then there are the city elves who mostly live in the asshole of the city where everything's vaguely damp and smells horrible because the humans won't let them live anywhere else," he said, rambling his way through the explanation. "And sometimes Dalish elves go to the city and sometimes city elves run away to join the Dalish, and then there's Tevinter--"

His nose wrinkled.

"Worst place ever if you're an elf, really..."