"You know what it's like? Hmm. Tell me, Jammy, where did you grow up, if I may ask?" Iskra inquired.

"Alright. We can take a seat" Kos replied.

"Well... alright, I suppose I can say it." Larek replied. "My father concieved Kos before me or my other siblings. It was out of wedlock with a dancer named Veari."

"Yeah. Much cleaner. Easier to remove sand from your claws" Veax agreed.