Sheela's mood did not falter at the questioning. Her words, though hampered by a lack of language skills, still expressed as much passion as they could in their presentation. It was highly evident that there was a deep chip on her shoulder against the demons, and one likely ancestrally passed in nature considering the timeline of events.
Sheela had not been alive for the events of the Fourth Darkening, Li could figure, but the amount of emotion she drew on now was real and bright. Likely, consequences from that war marred her upbringing.
"Elders said because demons made us weak," said Sheela.
"Ah, therein lies the dilemma," said Asala as she raised a pale, claw tipped finger. "Weak against what? Defeated demons? Not so. Elves. Elves drove thy people away from thy ancestral home."
Asala pointed to Vilga. "Thy people too, and that is why thou hast been a slave to the elvish arenas since youth."
