Why? Sure, the retirement plan was garbage, for a time, I lived far better than most elves could ever hope to expect. Would you like to hear of the other boys in the brothel I was raised in, what became of the ones who did not fetch a good price? [Zevran's voice finally carries a true note of anger: it is one thing to be helpless for oneself, but knowing the helplessness to aid one's friends, particularly as a child, is nearly unbearable.]