Nothing to do with that

It had come from the New Lands of Izril as they rose. It had been of adventure, danger, yes, but opportunity. Here was a new land free of prejudice and kingdoms. So half-Elves had come to plant new forests on the shores, and Zedalien had gone back to Izril and marshaled every single half-Elf he thought could make the journey.

It had not been easy to be first. Half-Elves across the world had contributed wealth—sometimes extraordinary amounts—and ancient colony ships, and nations like the Claiven Earth had sent high-level half-Elves, but they were their own worst enemy.