[He's overheard some of Goodpoint's enthusiasm, yes, and so he chuckles as he sits and nods.]

Very well. Amaurot was the city in which I lived- built entirely from creation magicks, she was beautiful. During the day she was impressive, but at night the whole city would come alight with lamps and sconces. Magically lit, of course.

[There's a wistful look in his eyes as he recalls it. The kind that implies he hasn't seen it for a very long time.]