[Gale Dekarios you are so lucky that an old half-elf's insight isn't quite up to snuff to suss out all that lying you're doing. She does look confused, though. Like she's not quite following the line of logic, but after a moment, she shakes her head, remembering how her earlier suspicion seemed to arouse Gale's irritation.]

Well, of course I've heard of them. I am one. On my father's side, obviously. [She huffs a bit of a sigh, another shake of her head.] For a moment I was worried there was some scandal. I don't visit often, you see, and my most recent trip to Evereska was somewhat abbreviated because of your mother's request. But yes, despite the few who've wandered off over the years, the family Ancunín still has roots in Evereska.

Are they half-elf too, your friend? I know they don't mean it, but for as sharp as their memories can be, I find it's sometimes so easy for the Tel'Quessir to forget how it is for us more mortal sorts.