Dalamar raises an eyebrow.
"Really? In my homeplace, we were divided into castes, or 'houses' as they were called, some came from the noble house, some from the priestly house... myself, I came from the sevants's house.
A really unfortunate thing, for I had a natural gift for magic. Not from the house of wizardry, I was only taught a few meager cantrips to help in my role as a servant."
Dalamar sighs a little.
"Wish I had been born in your realm, maybe I wouldn't have turned to the dark arts of Nuitari there. Not that I regret it."
He quickly adds the last sentence, afraid that Nuitari might have heard.