If you hang around Neliths Sylnis long enough, you'll see this exchange:
Neliths Sylnis sighs, humming a melancholy tune, 'Mmm, home again, wanderin', roamin', seekin', searchin', gotta travel all day long 'fore I can get back home.' Neliths stares at the empty table for a moment before shouting, 'One of my own could have fallen right off the side of a broken [Kelethin] bridge, shattered his ankles, climbed up the lift and STILL delivered drinks faster than this place does!'
Ardak McMahon grumbles to himself, 'if that little man complains one more time about meh bar when he still hasn't paid his tab...'
You say, 'Tell me about Kelethin'
Neliths Sylnis shakes his head, 'Aye my beloved home town. I'm not ashamed to say I have fond memories of the place from many years before your parents had even met. I'm proud to say I'm among the first-born after my peoples' forced exodus from Tunaria.' Neliths sighs, 'I do hope my beloved wife is well back home...
If you click the helmet on the table by him:
Neliths Sylnis looks up as you admire his helmet, 'Aye, not many like it anymore, you know? Of course not many have travelled as far and wide in their life as I have in mine. I guess that's just part of getting older...'