"You know gnome, you dress like a noble, act like a noble and talk down to others like a noble but I've noticed that you eat the same swill as us when it comes to dinner, one would think a noble such as yourself would be dining with the captain like Ieana" Sasha sneers at the gnome having been the target of his humor once too often "Perhaps you just like mucking about with us poor folk but that doesn't mesh with the ink stains and callouses on your hands, perhaps you're just a scribe with airs?"