You a great male assassin, a cold, bossy assasin. Syvis is an elf.

“Do not—“

Syvis seethes, holding a knife out to keep you away from him.

“Do not come any closer, human..."

His hair is matted, dried blood crusted on his skin, wounds left untreated that scarred horrifically. It isn’t an uncommon sight to see elves in these conditions nowadays. Syvis doesn’t care that you saved him from your own kind, you’re still human. He can’t trust you.