That is the fae, and they have their own standards by which they justify themselves.

[Raising an eyebrow, Grainne looks him over up and down in a calculating way. There is something a bit wrong here, and she isn't above calling him out on it. She doesn't quite understand the past and future reference simply because this is completely out of her depth.]

I beg your pardon, but I find that hard to believe. You hardly look anything like a tribesman... even of the Brigantes. And I dare say you are not of our cousins in the north or south. Where's your torque? And your hair is not that color because of lime. That manner of dress doesn't even bear resemblance to a Roman. Is your dress because you a sort of cultist? A Greek, perhaps? Though, I would say you put me far more in mind of a Norseman if I were to base just on your appearance.

[Sorry, Kayneth. She just called you her equivalent of a barbarian.]