"That's why I find you so strange. To think a native of Thousand Masts City would keep a Half-Orc and a Half-Demon as companions, not to mention a Dwarf who looks an awful lot like one of the Gray Dwarves."
Don smiled. "Well, let's get back on topic. Back then, we southerners started banding together for warmth. One day, I stumbled upon the local gangs' smuggling routes. I started using that information to threaten the locals so they wouldn't dare bully us. It turned out to be a pretty effective trick, so I've been using it for a few decades."
"So, is the Hundred Eyes Gang still mostly made up of southerners now?"
"Now it's mostly the poor." Don swirled the wine in his glass. "Besides, 'Don' actually means 'sir' or 'lord' in the south. Most locals don't know that. When they saw other Moran People calling me that, they just assumed it was part of my name."
"So you just started calling yourself Don?"
