Gregor listened silently as Loka talked, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes occasionally meandered to find hers but he spent most of their walk looking straight ahead or at his feet. She didn't sound insane or particularly dangerous. Then again, it was always the ones that seemed the most normal that were the most dangerous. Gregor was surprised to learn that there were Montegardi living in Kopt and he idly wondered what it was they did there. It sounded like a strange place.

It wasn't until her question that he felt the need to say something. He looked her in the eye and frowned, a mildly bemused look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it again, unsure of what to answer. "I..." he began, paused, and chuckled. "Nobody has ever asked me that. Let's see. Most of my time is spent near Couronnesbourg, up north. It's a city surrounded by moors, marshes and wet farmland. Sometimes, at dawn, the grass is covered in dew and a thick mist blankets everything. The sun has to fight to be seen. It's very quiet then." He looked away and into the middle distance, picturing the scene. After a few seconds, he looked down at his feet again and smiled. "I suppose that's beautiful. What about you?"