The Orange Blossom|Obsidian, Mount Humontis

He shrugged. "Interesting? There's trees and rocks and dirt and a few little settlements. Animals. Sky. Streams. Any of that sound good to you?" He smiled, wandering where this man's loyalties lay.

He nodded. "Cities happen, and you just have to move around them. They're nice to visit sometimes, though. Depends on why you're there." He looked up at him, not asking the operative question- why was HE here. It wasn't his business anyway.

Ganda nodded as the man displayed his reasoning for being here. "Don't we all?" Making coin... yes, that was the drive anymore. You could live on your own, or among a small community, if you really wanted to. But occasionally, you had to go back- or times were hard. Ganda was only able to grow food so well because he was a plant, after all.