That gets a grin from Colin. In the Circle, he'd always found he had more in common with the elves than with most of the humans. Not for racism reasons, by any means, but certainly their lives had been more similar. Maybe Colin didn't live on the street, but that had only been because of his mother's tenacity and creativity. His father's unskilled labor at the docks had barely paid rent, let alone food for five mouths.

"I grew up in the city. My father worked the docks, my mother ran a food stall. Classic poor person love story, an ordinary seaman falls in love with a beautiful Antivan woman and carries her back home, where they have more children than they can probably afford but make it work anyway. Those people, these Marchers, they have no idea what it takes. The sort of people who make it through bad circumstances, those are the real heroes of society. Well." He gestures with his head towards nothing in particular. "Those and the ones who save the world, I guess."