Kirin hunched his shoulders a bit, feeling the weight of Lorenor's gaze on him. He leaned back against the wall with the proffered food, delighted to find real meat along with the dried grains.

"I'm a half-elf. My mother was human--I don't know who my father was, but he fucked off long before I was born. Probably a sailor, or something. It doesn't really matter, anyway."

He tore into the food eagerly, barely remembering to mind his manners. As soon as he could pause long enough to take a breath, he asked carefully,

"The Ixian Knights--they used to hold this castle? What was their purpose? Who were they?"

Kirin watched Lorenor's expression, looking for any indication of what the older man might be thinking. Presumably, this man had been a member of the group--which meant that the crests on his shield and weapon were likely that of the group. Beyond that, though, Kirin couldn't recognize them. Not that he'd recognize much, outside of the Empire's jurisdiction. Not yet, anyway.