"Nolian folk are typically a darker-haired and darker-skinned race," said Olorus. "The princess here is a prime example of that. Two hundred and fifty years of the noble blood of western conquerors! My father was a picture of the Nolian race. He fell in love with the daughter of an indentured servant from Endenholm, and that is where I get my red hair and fair skin. But I could not be prouder. The folk of Endenholm are known for their quiet strength."
Justin muttered, "Quiet. Right."
Leah smiled over her shoulder at him. Ahead of her, Olorus went on talking, none the wiser.