Faolan's accent gives him away as not being from around here, not originally at least. Truthfully, his accent puts him from somewhere around Belfast, which is true as well, though he hasn't been home in over a decade as well.

He shrugs slightly, swirling his drink in his glass for a moment as he considers his response. (Can everyone else see those colors, he wonders to himself, or is this just a new and exciting piece of his talent he's discovered.)

"I suppose that you could say that I am," he replies, after a moment's consideration. "It's a big city. It has something for everyone. I've found my own niche, in the end. If I hadn't, I'm not sure that I'd have stayed for as long as I did, in the end."