[It's a bit late to worry about warding off demon tourists from Oppara when the entire planet of Golarion has already come apart at the seams. Liem just raises an eyebrow at the prospect, and at Sebastian's choice to refer to himself as a tourist. The word implies a certain pleasant idleness that he very much doubts was a feature of the demon's visits to Earth… though perhaps they might be termed so in comparison to a demon's normal life in the lower planes.]

It was an amazing city, [he agrees without modesty.] If you enjoy art and music, you would have liked it. People travelled from all over the Inner Sea to attend the bardic colleges there.

[The look he aims at Sebastian is unflustered, mildly curious—but with a slight furrow of the brow that suggests he's trying to puzzle something out.]

What do you most enjoy about the time you spend in the material realm, when you are invited there?

[Or perhaps he should say here? He isn't actually certain this place counts as the material realm, though, given the strange nature of its lands and the origins of its people. If he had to guess, he might suppose they've all ended up on another plane entirely—the astral plane, or one even more alien.]

What kind of a tourist do you prefer to be?