Vharrus shook his head slightly, taking another swig from his glass. "Don't be, it was long before your kind ever ventured that far north. This culling came at the hands of our guardian dragons themselves. See, we grew too many for them to allow us more, and so war broke out between us. Unfortunately we were no match for such beasts."

His attention drifted with hers towards the door. He wasn't fond of people drawing attention around him, but there was little he could do with a guardsmen across the table. "His Grace would certainly do his best to cast his kind in a white light, I seek less biased sources of information." His posture changed, turning slightly in his chair so that he could reach beneath his cloak to his dagger if need be. Something felt off about the ruckus by the door, he had only been in town for a few days but he hadn't seen any commotion in a public area in that time. Perhaps it was nothing, but he thought it best to be on guard.