Rhyderi sighed. “Eh, I didn’t mean that… have you ever heard of a caste?” He frowned. “It’s a social structure. Our society was built on one. If you were powerful or gifted with the Arcane, you would be prominent in society. If you were like my father, you would have been trash.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “He obviously hasn’t spoken of such, because you still question the way my brother and I address each other. There’s no societal credos about being polite, even where we came from.” He snorted, folding his arms. “If he had stayed on the same path as mother, he would garner a lot of respect. But he has fallen away from the gifts of his genetics and likes to toy with demons and the Nether. So no, I am only tolerant of him at best.”