Plus, this wasn't his true appearance. If things went south, in order avoid unnecessary trouble, he would just revery back to his true appearance and pretend as though he had never come across the dwarves. Then he would silently make contingency plans in case they planned on attacking his wife and her clan simply because they were elves.
"… The only history I'm aware of is elven, and that history alone is tragic enough. You could say my race tore each other apart in your absence."
After some thought, Dyon decided on adding these words. If the dwarves were hostile, this would likely lighten a load on their hearts because their enemies would get what they deserved. If they weren't hostile, this would show both Dyon's humility and express a will to rise to the top once more as one.
The elder who spoke raised an eyebrow, his faint wrinkles slightly smoothing out. What this meant, Dyon wasn't entirely sure just yet.
"Do explain." He said without hurry.
