[The more the young elf spoke, and more Abelas silent glare became more intense, up until the other finished. He closed the distance and put himself up in Lavellan's face, anger radiating off of him. He held a harsh bite to it, harsher even than he was at the temple.]

Allow me to make something clear to you. I am not here to win "allies", I am not here to impress you, and I am not here care for you- for any of you.

[The nerve of this child to simply demand to have such respect handed to him. The self important ignorance was insulting.]

I am here because the safety of those that loyally served be for a millenia requires it. Tis for them that I am forced into herding the ignorant like cattle, and pray to a dead goddess that there are no wolves to pick them off.

You say I should degrade myself by fraternizing with the rest of your kind, but what have you done that warrants such respect? Ignorantly carved similar marks in your face as mine? Or tis it the shape of our ears? Or perhaps I should be impressed by the army that follows you? You have done nothing worthy of my respect, your kind has done nothing to earn my respect.

Whether you are fond of me or not is inconsequential, I shall do my part to keep as many of you entitled children alive as possible for the sake of those honorable few who have earned my respect a thousand times over.