Zaun is— [Or should it be ‘was?’ He’s not going to entertain that thought right now—] a city built within the valleys and fissures running in the shadow of another city. It thrives in its own way, even when all the mines and factories make it a bit… stifling, you could say.

[A wistful sort of look comes to his face as he thinks back on it.]

Not really what most would call paradise, but it’s home.