[Well that explains his ears. She'd been curious, but didn't mean to ask.]

Half, huh? Ye don't see many half...well, half - anythings where I'm from.

[As he continues, Castor can't help her thoughts wandering to the Corpse Brigade that haunted her youth, and the myriad pirates, slavers and thieves that litter the streets of Limsa Lominsa and beyond.]

I take it ye fell out after awhile? Ye don't strike me as the type...an' so I don't make a damn fool 'o meself after, Vex'ahlia is yer...?