[ What a dire undercurrent, and yet it's not one that he finds out of place. Kizuna is sensitive to it even beneath the indistinct layer of static. ]

Oh, a few. I've been here a little while. [ Resting an elbow on the bar top and his chin in his hand, he uses his other hand to idly stir his drink with the little blackberry-crowned pick. ] There's good drinks and food. A quiet garden and a big library... or, if the shopping circuit is more your speed, there's plenty of that. And a healthy gossip circuit, if you know where to look.

[ Not ideal, no, to be kidnapped and spirited away to a place like this. But there are ways to make it seem less bleak. ]