[The other man notes this gesture, feeling a twinge of sympathy. His own ears are not what they once were.]

Toril, as it happens. I have never heard of Hydaelyn—still, there is much of the planar systems I know but little about. What sort of folk were you before this translation to human?—I myself was a dark elf, although one who only wishes to live a peaceful and honest life upon the surface.

[This is, of course, rotheshit.]