Rhocanth nodded briefly partway into Imenry's story. "Yes, that's right. Casteless." He fell silent again, but stopped at a point and interjected, brow furrowed. "All elves are casteless? Without exception? Hmm. In Orzammar, casteless are or are born from those who have committed crimes... that is to say that they have traceable origins. Are elves this way as well? Have they committed some crime against humans?" His mind briefly went toward the single elf in their group. Savio, was it? He did not know anything about him.
The question wore on his mind while Imenry recited her tale, but the content of the summary seemed to please him well, and he favored it with a wide grin. "That's a very fine epic indeed," he agreed, bobbing his head up and down enthusiastically. "It begins with an interesting villain. It must have a great hero to match, and hopefully, a magnificent battle? Yes, please, I would greatly enjoy if you would write it down. I will get some parchment somehow, and when I have written some things, you could read them if you like." As to his own achievements, he laughed along, wringing his hands together a little. It betrayed a little anxiety, perhaps, and he shook his head. "I... I could not say," was all he said to that.
He glanced when she did at the owl, following her gaze to the branch. His mouth went a little slack at its luminous golden eyes, momentarily awed. "That is a beautiful animal," he whispered, watching it fly away. "Perfectly silent. Amazing. What is it? It is a bird of some sort, correct? I had a little carved wooden bird when I was a child, an imported birthday present. My mother try to explain how real ones flew, but neither of us really understood."