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Thuling had little choice but to laugh aloud when Hadasha said that he could talk his parents into moving here, shaking his head. "No, never," he said, and raised an eyebrow as she got up and rummaged around on her bookshelf. When she came back he was quiet, listening as she talked about her family history. He sighed a bit as she finished, gazing down at his half-empty drink. He didn't know what it was about these islands that had his family so intent on staying. Home was a good place. It was familiar and comfortable, and they all had plenty of potential for happiness there, so why couldn't they just come home and live their lives there? Especially with the girls being pregnant, and with Istrain and his three-quarter dwarf children. To keep these babies from their grandparents, who Thuling knew would love them even if they were half-human or a quarter-elf. "I just don't see why their lives have to be here. Our parents are offering accommodation for their loved ones. These islands...they're nothing special. There's nothing these islands can offer them that they can't have at home."