[Tapping at the cool white runestone in his hand, Zevran encourages his NV to capture his image. A dusky-skinned, tattooed elf with fine gold hair, and rather noticeably pointed ears. He frowns a little bit, but a slight, thoughtful smile soon passes back into his features.]

From what I understand, this world is not Thedas. Perhaps yours was not either. I would prefer to believe that to the eradication of my people, and the suffering of yours.