"Oh geeze," He says. He was from México, home of more than a few civil wars and revolutions. He hadn't lived through any and he was glad for that, but still. Add mage families into the mix and he can somewhat begin to picture a disaster beyond his full fathoming.

Enough to make one think the outlands was a cozy getaway even. "I'm glad you found something better for you. And your family. Even if I am having a hard time picturing a nice house in the outlands. You must have that thing crazy protected or my primos and I were in the wrong parts of the outlands." Which... was possible. The outlands were enormous. You couldn't map that place even if it didn't just move sometimes on a whim.

"... It kind of does explain a thing or two about you, though. Like the fancy clothes. And that you've kind of got this air about you like you know things, you know?"