[He shoots him a look, like it'll be another eight before he even considers learning. But rather than answering right away, he brings two shot glasses over and a bottle of rum. It's that sort of day.]

Where should I start, Bull? The politics that nearly put my country to shame? How sickness and violence seem to plague this planet every other month? The egregious amount of dragons? It's just like home, my friend. But it's the kind of home they put you in when you've gone absolutely mad.