He can feel the boy almost vibrating in his arms as he announces that he wants to walk. “Okay then, once we're out of here I'll put you down. Don't know what's hiding in the filth in here for you to get hurt one. . .” He looks around at the floor with disdain before wandering over to the door nearest to them. Stepping out into the night he looks down at Daniel as he asks about where Vaanrasha lives. Taking a moment just to take in the night he stays silent, drawing in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool clean air. Unlike in the city where the factories and other such foul things fill the air with their strong odors, the light smells carried on the wind in Vaan's chosen land are far more subtle and pleasant. 

All around stretching off in every direction is fairly short plush deep green grass with little tufts of longer, rougher grass sticking up here and there. Off in the distance in one direction is a treeline, and just behind them, a mountain ridge. The tree line curs around so that looking down the hard packed dirt road in one direction it looks as if the road would run right into the trees. Down the road the other way it looks to be just clear fields, nothing obstructing the view as far as the eye can see. In the direction currently blocked by the barn there is a river running parallel to the road, and though it can not be seen right now, the waters run strait through town, splitting it in half.

Vaan smiles at his world, setting the boy down gently on the grass as he begins answering the youngster's question. “I live off to the left here, down the road towards the trees.” His head swivels around one more time before he offers his hand to Daniel, but whether he take it or not Vaan starts off at an even pace towards the village. “My home town is much smaller than the city you lived in, and you can walk from one end to the other in less than half an hour. It's a very nice and friendly place, and we get all sorts of people coming through town quite often.” He vanishes his shoes now that he's no longer walking on rough stone and asphalt. 

He hums gently, looking up to the familiar stars overhead. “My house is attached to where I work, but it's far enough away from the workshop that when Jeimus is works the bellows early in the morning it doesn't wake me up.” He looks down at the boy fondly. “It's not nearly as big as you house, nor as nice, but it's got two floors and after I clear the storage room, you'll have your own little room. Until then you'll share with me.” He looks towards the slowly approaching village. “It really is a nice peaceful place to live. . . .I wouldn't trade it for the world. . . .” He chuckles lightly and lets out a sigh.