Tinsley
{This is still last night}
Tinsley chuckles- it comes out more like a snort.
You're not wrong, but you also- literally- barely know the half of it.
So my mum's half-orc, and my Dad's half-elf. Then my grandfather on my mum's side, he was mostly human but his grandmum was a gnome, and then my dad was a second generation half elf- his mum was half-Drow and his dad was Half Wood-Elf.
... Travelin's been in my blood for a few generations now, if you can't tell.
{The morning now}
Tinsley thinks it over- it had been a few weeks since he'd had the coin to get in touch with his folks.
He offers the gnome the gold and pens a short letter.