Luneth smiled gently as Rose explained herself, nodding slowly. His eyes casually studying her features, especially her legs at her mention of the nature of their shifting.<br/><br/>He leaned back far enough in the seat for the Valkur symbol to lift out of the vee of his tan tunic. "There are a number of folk of similar 'veins', so to speak, across the planes, as ye likely know, those touched by the planes above or below being the most well-known sorts, blood like yours mixed 'til seeming near human or perhaps elven or such."<br/><br/>"I, for my part, and my forefathers before, are human-blooded as near as magic bane weapons and the like can tell - for better or worse! - but in truth, not solely. From time out o' mind we've called ourselves the aventi, though often just humans or Men. Ye may be a Prime of Faerun, and may know that far across its western Trackless Sea lies the continent of Maztica, the pure Land."<br/><br/>"Much longer ago, 'twas another continent, 'twixt the two, known to us as Aventurus. Some say we angered our gods, and its civilization sank under the waves, but by some mercy among those same gods, my forebears were yet able to breathe and to swim."<br/><br/>The seated mariner rolled up a shirtsleeve and black pantleg. His flexor and calf muscles rippled of their own accord, and fins curled away and stretched, anatomically similar in design to bat-wings but with his skin's flesh-colored sheen.<br/>