Keith Capra nodded with slow reluctance. "Something like that. There are no fauns that I know of. Just me." He lowered his head with shame.
Zander cleared his throat. "There was, once upon a time, a large number of you fauns."
Keith Capra raised his head, his eyes flashing with astonishment. "Why have I never seen any?"
"An illness swept through the entire herd that was onboard one of the original ships and killed most of you. There were only a few left who managed to survive and they were all males."
"Then how did I come to be?"
"In order to retain your species, mages had to do some serious magik and hybridize you with human root stock. You are mostly human with only a touch of goat."
"It is very likely that you somehow received enough of a concentrated dose of maternal and paternal genetics that your caprine tendencies have resurfaced."
