Estinien furrows his brow, looking generally displeased. It's not like he hasn't noticed that most of the people here speak differently than him, but this is the first time anyone has gotten in his grill about it. At the least, Estinien knows what he means by 'elf'. Alphinaud told him that was the word they used in the First.

Apparently, this man hasn't been here long enough to realize that you can't make assumptions based on how things work in your own world. Estinien shakes his head.

"More likely is that we're not from the same star at all," he says. "My kind rarely live to see three hundred... not least while having gained such little height."

He narrows his eyes. The part about 'prison pretties' isn't even worth acknowledging.

"But aye, 'cousin.' Were I free, I would visit justice upon the High Mage and the Royals both... and any of their 'guests' that would stand against me."