Oh, you might still try. But you would find only failure. It is hardly your fault. If only the parents of your parents had fumbled their way out of the mudpatch and kennel, then your birth might have been established in a place of beauty.

How blessed you are, to have found the Inquisition. A place of succor and opportunity for even the lowliest, poorest, stupidest, I am told. I myself would not know anything of it.