[The voice catches Jamie by surprise and he whirls, heart in his throat and muscles tensed; it's a fortuitous melding of luck and self-restraint that prevents him from casting Flare in a panic and skittering off like a frightened cat through the shadowy maze of buildings. The stranger's just asking him an innocent question, though. Nothing overtly threatening about that. He forces himself to loosen up a little and affects as casual a tone as he can manage, though he continues sizing up the guy as he answers.]

Too many plants, not enough sand, wrong number of moons. Otherwise, it's more similar than some places I've been, I guess.

[Darkvision allows Jamie to see that the person addressing him just looks like a normal human, except that normal humans don't generally go prowling about in the dead of night. Jamie's only out because he's paranoid and restless and has nothing much better to do than explore the city; his command of magic and the company of his daemon - a metallic dinosaur-looking thing, standing seven feet tall - embolden him in this endeavor somewhat, though not enough to relax entirely in the presence of this rando that appeared out of nowhere.]

How about you? Your home anyplace like this?