"It is, actually, made from a bough of the Pale Tree- ah, the mother of sylvari." That was the easiest way to boil her down. Trahearne did his best not to go on and on with long explanations unless asked. He sipped at his soda, fighting away the feeling of being so out of place. It had to be normal here.

"I've only been here a month and a week or so. I feel like I know very little so far." Not for lack of trying.