Rose shrugged her shoulders, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "I'm from a really small town. Most of us are farmers, most of the rest are miners, and my family owns an Inn that's really more of a pub, because we don't have too many people stay. We get a fair amount of travelers, but they aren't the majority of our patrons. Anyway, it's so small, and everybody knows everybody, and none of us are particularly wealthy, so we all help others where we can. Someone loses their job, the rest of us help keep 'em fed, you know..." she looked out the window at the rain, which was slowly whipping itself into a storm, "the Mages in the white tower have this individualistic approach to life, everyone must support themselves and rely on no one and each person's individual accomplishments are--well, where I'm from, we care about the community, first, so even when I'm so far away from home... community first."