"From my fifth nameday te nearly my twenty-fifth, aye. War drove my da' and I away from our home an' we settled with some other refugees. It was shite livin, till I started makin' a name for myself in Ul'dah. I was set te be a gladiator, but the adventurin' life took me instead, I suppose."

Castor plays with her shot glass a little. She's not uncomfortable with this topic so much as she's just self-conscious about it; not unlike her first few weeks in Ishgard.

" 'S not much different here, to be honest. I'd made somethin' of meself back home, ye see. Managed to get Da into the city; had some gil to spare, usually. Here's...well, there's much that's familiar, but more that isn't.

"What of you? I'm sure this is a step down from fancy livin'."