"Long enough." Once more, Valyn shrugged. He was what he was, and he couldn't change that. Ancestors knew he'd tried. And while he as young for one of his kind, he'd seen more and done more than Lords centuries older than him. Change wasn't easy for Elvenkind. Not when you were beaten and manipulated and conditioned to think and act in a certain way.

"But it really doesn't matter if I change or not. My ideals are unchanged, the only difference is in how I address them." And he would never let go of his ideals and his dream. No matter what happened to him.