It’s strange about elves, that something setting them apart from all the other metatypes. Not anything as obvious as their oh-so-precious pointy little ears. No, it’s more profound than that, an atmosphere or aura they carry around with them. When it’s an ork or a human sprawled in the gutter, it’s just plain squalid. But when its one of those rare down-and-outer elves, it’s like seeing some great and noble tragedy.