Explain These Farts To Me

There was a peace that seemed to settle over him at having his questions answered and the conversation moved into more relaxed territory. Lynvarr looked to Hattori as the horned man asked where he was from. "I'm from a land called Rhesia, far to the north of Boreas. I was born into the Skaldbjorn Tribe." Where he lived the pack was an unusual structure in that it was essentially formed of four families. Generally, the leader would be elected by the council consisting of a head from each of the families. He wondered what it was like in Hattori's homeland. He assumed that Hattori was also, originally, a stranger to these lands. "What of you?" He was happy to share more and eager to learn as well. His pack had been frequent traders and he'd always been interested in the cultures of others, even if that sometimes came with practices he found distasteful.