"We got into it about elves," He began, turning and leaning against the windowsill. "Called her a fiery bitch for one, on account of the red hair. Then thin-eared wench. An assortment of colorful language. I was training, and she criticized my form. I said 'I'm not looking for any input from a frail elf.' Even though she is not as frail as the others, it is still a generality. Still an insult. Then she questioned what I had against elves. That's when we got into it." He folded his arms. "I really got under her skin, even though my insults weren't so great." He admitted. "I am fully aware of my prejudice to elves. Makes it hard to yell good insults because most insults come from ignorance. Or simply not knowing. I know a lot about elves, so I can't comment with stupidity. I just...hate elves." He said simply. Yeah, there was a reason. But Gabriel wasn't sure if he wanted to go into it.