A sort of muffled laugh came from Paper, clearly not a noise he personally made but something he was mimicking. "We are a race of bird-like people cursed not to fly." He smiled and looked back up to her. "Legend is we served the Wind Dukes of the Elemental Plane of Air and our early ancestors conspired to steal a treasure from them, and so they cast us to the Material Plane and took our ability to fly." He shrugged. "Many kenku mages try to find a way to fly again. I just like exploring ruined cities."

It may be the case that she was considered plain for an elf, but Paper always found elves to be quite beautiful - even the strange eladrin and their whimsical appearance. "I hope you do not think yourself plain for I have never once met a plain elf in my life. From the royal line of Lorelai to the elves living in Daxio to even you: all have been more beautiful than the last." He looked down and sort of tugged on his shirt to avoid her gaze a bit - he thought very highly of elves and sometimes caught himself being maybe a little bit too much, but he looked back up to her before too long, though.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nerdanel Mahtaniel, of the House of Feranaro. My name is," and the sound of rustling paper was emitted from him. "Many simply call me Paper." It was quite the humble name, bearing no house and certainly not as beautiful as the names given in elvish.