[He notes the wistful look and smiles.]

Indeed, home is home. Nothing will ever quite compare.

[He wishes he could see Amaurot one last time. Not through a bead, like the one Cyrus gave him, but with his own eyes as he wandered the streets. Alas, the city is lost to time, and though he knows of Emet-Selch's recreation he doesn't think he would want to see it so devoid of life.]

Though this city isn't so terrible... a little chilly, but a bracing wind isn't such a bad thing.