"I'm a Free Marcher... born and sometimes raised."

That brings another warm grin to Kit's face, and he chuckles quietly. "I get that," he replies, and something in his tone suggests that yes, he definitely does know a thing or two about having to raise oneself. The casteless brand is still present on his face, although mostly covered up by the ritualistic tattoos of the Legion.

"We went all over, too--but our 'all over' was all underground," he says. He shifts to take another drag off his cigarette and breathe the smoke off to one side, letting the wind carry it away from the campfire.