Fendros' eyes and brow raised to Gwindir. What he asked was something less complicated to explain. Fendros had been expecting such a question and had an idea on how to proceed.

"Your doubt is correct," Fendros said after shaking his head and straightening up, "Before I went hunting with Ahnasha and the group, I was raised to mistrust and look down on beast races. Though, growing up in Cheydinhal rather than Morrowind didn't quite instil the attitude as permanently as my parents." Fendros took a deep breath through his nose, recalling a starting point, "I grew up on a vine yard outside of Cheydinhal. My parents were refugees from southern Morrowind. I am their only birth child, but I grew up alongside my adopted brother and sister. My parents trained me in vintage, failed to train me in magic, and were generous enough to allow me to train with the Fighters Guild. At that point, hunting was just something I did to get away from my family when they were too stifling. Life went on by a plan that I didn't exactly write myself, so I was drifting along until I was expected to help on the grapes." Fendros looked down at the table. "Unfortunately, my family and I had a falling out and I was forced to leave home. A personal affair, I would rather not get into it." After dismissing that detail with a wave of his hand, Fendros looked up again brightly, "No shelter and little money saved up meant that I was forced to make a survive however I knew. What I knew best then was hunting, so I joined Ahnasha's group." Fendros raised both his palms, "We travelled for a while, hunted, fell in love, married, and then sought a means to raise a child. I even had the opportunity to meeting my brother and sister again, though there's no going back to my parents now."

Clasping his hands together on the table in front of himself, Fendros leaned forward and addressed Ahnasha's parents. "What of yourselves? Are you both locals of Leyawiin?"