He leans back slightly at the coolness of her words, looking a little exasperated. Aeryn will probably be able to figure out that he's at least moderately tipsy here, which may explain the dogged persistence.
"I'm from Silverymoon," he'll tell her then, unprompted. "My parents are merchants. Traders? Fine silks and exotic spices, mostly. High-end."
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Date: 2018-04-17 04:42 am (UTC)"I'm from Silverymoon," he'll tell her then, unprompted. "My parents are merchants. Traders? Fine silks and exotic spices, mostly. High-end."