She was home. This was her family, as much as Mithral Hall had been her home and Bruenor was forever her Da. Whether she was Desai or not mattered not at all, no more than the fact that she wasn’t a dwarf—nay less, she decided, because she was human, just like this family, just like this tribe. The rest of it—skin color, hair color, homeland—was nonsense, fabricated by people who needed to pretend that they were somehow superior for such superficial reasons. None of it mattered. This was her family, and she could only love them as such.
