[Louis nods. He's not surprised that she was one of the prisoners. It was a toss up if she was a guest or a prisoner, and if she were a guest, he likely would have recognized her.

He's aware of her eyes on him. Any herbivore that lasts to the age of ten is aware when eyes are on them. But her eyes don't seem threatening, don't seem hungry--just curious.]

Not before arriving in Thorne, no. Your kind doesn't exist where I come from.

[He gently swirls the whiskey in his glass.]

I've spent my life living among other beasts, such as wolves, rabbits, or lions. We live in cities, and towns, and any other configuration of settlement you may find here.

I will admit to some culture shock. I'm not used to living among so many people who look so... similar. [The difference between an elf and a human is far more subtle than the difference between a wolf and a dog. And after living amongst people who have so many stark differences, it's strange to live only among people he has to carefully distinguish according to things like hair color, skin color, or eye color.]