((If any of the below messes up your backstory, just let me know and I'll edit.))<br/><br/>The girl tipped her head, curious at his reaction on mentioning the Drow War.  Most people this side of the river spoke of it proudly, as if it was they themselves who'd gone out and won it.  She didn't want to pry, though.  She never cared about the Drows, anyhow.  They were religious fanatics, or so that one boy said when he was explaining about his missing ear.<br/><br/>"The War of Argonian Succession" she was careful to use his term for the rebellion, "only ended nine years ago.  You leave to fight the orcs, or were you just there at the start?"  She asked, still barely pausing between mouthfuls.  The stew was warming her, though, and giving her a courage she probably shouldn't have.<br/><br/>"As for your horse, I was hoping to get to Azaiba, little village up pretty high.  You probably haven't heard of it.  Not the easiest place to stay, really, but I know people there at least."