[His first thought upon seeing the city itself is that it is undeniably charming. He wonders if it might echo how Niez had looked in its best days, the windmills looming overhead immediately invoking thoughts of Dahna's own wind realm, and he offers his young tour guide a polite but easy smile in response.]

As warm and welcoming a city as I've ever seen.

[His own city of Viscint aside, those were few and far between where he comes from— and even then, it had hardly been so before he'd taken charge.]

There is music in the air.

[He makes this observation with a note of approval; several strains of bardsong are being carried across the wind from various corners, and he lifts a hand to rest over his heart.]

That so many would bare their souls so openly is quite beautiful.