"Oh, no, I wouldn't assume that much!" Rialynn quickly waved her free hand. "And it's hard sometimes to ask people about themselves without seeming nosy, or phrasing it in a way that comes across as condescending or offensive. If I ask or say anything ignorant, feel free to let me know. I promise, it's not my intention."

She turned her head, as if to look off in the direction of Mysidia, and nodded. "I spoke to a few when I could. Bangaa and Moombas too. It makes me wonder if humans are called different things in different worlds."

Rialynn leaned onto her book, shifting her jaw thoughtfully. "The elves of legend in my world are supposed to be ageless beings who can live for centuries and still look young. They're supposed to be wise and influential over the powers of nature. But as far as I know, they're just stories. Nobody's ever seen one, so..." She shrugs a little. "But I don't think humans are the only intelligent beings in the land. Better to exercise a little superstition than be wrong and eaten by a werewolf or something."

No offense, werewolves.