Sigma Epsilon Chi

"So... tell me about your hometown, Skeve."

"Well, I come from a place called Cyssnea. You heard of it?"

"Well, gee, it's only the biggest port of trade in the whole kingdom. No, tell me more."

"Oh, well, so it's a port town, and we get a lot of merchants and commerce and stuff because..."

"I was being sarcastic, Skeve."

"Oh. Well, so, anyway, my family owns this big inn off the waterfront. I work as a cook over the summer, so once the dinner crowd leaves, I hang around and flirt with the evening crowd. I've got my own room, so... you know. Auw-auwoo!"

"Skeve, if you had an illegitimate child with the daughter of a merchant, there's no telling where the kid might be now."

"Naw, I don't like those prissy bitches. High maintenance, and they don't put out fast enough. 'Sides, it's a joint for the locals. Lower class types. Fisherman, waitresses, shopkeepers... low stuff like that."

"I see. It'll be hard to figure who's a dragonborn and who's a child of the streets... but on the plus side, most of them ought to be happy, as long as they've found a place where people overlook their heritage. There's probably only a few unhappy bastards out there..."