"They're never allowed back. Race-traitors." He gave a lopsided smile at that - after all, he'd been called the same, and worse, and at least their clan hadn't kicked him out. "So really, they don't come in to contact much at all, except the traders. They let some of them in, sometimes. But they're not allowed to stay."

Gavin had never been content repeating elvish history. When he'd been trying to apprentice under the storyteller, he kept changing the endings, adding dragons and forbidden trysts and once he even added a new god to the pantheon.