<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FFUKLhn.jpg)</div>"I come from Underleaf," Kenna answered honestly. "It's up in the Pavin Weald, and yeah, it's completely different. The village has houses arranged around a town square, but little more than that. Our only road connects to a Trebutane town nearby; I 've seen a few of them visit to trade from time to time, but don't know much about them besides that they rebelled against the Lich-King and had to flee Kern."<br/><br/>Kenna realized she probably explained more than she needed. "I hope that's helpful. And no, I don't mind having eyes on me..."<br/><br/>At this point Kenna was a bit self-conscious about her rare appearance. She began imagining hordes of people staring at her, wondering about her heritage and whether she was a Night Person or something else.<br/><br/>"...well, long as they're helpful eyes and not gawking. Bathhouse, you know."