Berrod was stunned. It seemed that a Sultansworn could be capable of being a Hyur after all. He had always imagined that they took an oath to forever walk around with a shroud branch up the arse. Nevertheless, he took in every detail of Crofte's history he could. He barely ever thought about the other areas within Gyr Abania other than Ala Mhigo, just as he disregarded most of Thanalan in light of Ul'Dah. Still though, there was the matter of the funny-accented Highlander.
"Y'sound like a northerner," Berrod pointed out a little less than carefully, "Which is a lil' weird yeah? They don't much like our kin. Can't get over old wars an' the like. Not that it means anythin' is wrong with ya. If yer down here minglin' with the desert folk ya can't be half bad."
"What 'bout you though, where you from?" The question was directed at P'azih with a squint. "Seein' more an' more Tias movin' to the city from a buncha different tribes. Them Nunhs these days must be somethin' else."
"Y'sound like a northerner," Berrod pointed out a little less than carefully, "Which is a lil' weird yeah? They don't much like our kin. Can't get over old wars an' the like. Not that it means anythin' is wrong with ya. If yer down here minglin' with the desert folk ya can't be half bad."
"What 'bout you though, where you from?" The question was directed at P'azih with a squint. "Seein' more an' more Tias movin' to the city from a buncha different tribes. Them Nunhs these days must be somethin' else."
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