[ Hm. There are a lot of questions he's not yet asked. In some ways, he isn't certain he needs to know. But he wonders suddenly if Jesper's parents are aware of what he does. The truth is, the thought of Jesper's family never quite crossed his mind until Jesper brought it up. Some part of him, he realizes now, had assumed Jesper was orphaned like so many who take a certain path in life are. ]

Not everyone. [ Perhaps that's for the best.

He throws his blade, where it pierces the wood board, dotted with marks from use. His smile is wry. ]

The entire Continent is northern. No place it doesn't snow. [ This? The desert, the heat, in Cadens? That's completely foreign to him. It's taken him awhile to adapt. He no longer hates it, now that he knows how to work with the land and what he has, but he misses snow. Cold. Hot springs and easily finding rushing streams and lakes. Trees that reach the skies. ] In the winters, the lakes would freeze over. Made for good sliding.