"I can't argue about the ale," he wrinkled his nose. He drank it if for no other reason than the water was not always reliable, though at least the underground sources were usually cleaner than the above. "And I miss the sky," he admitted. It was always a nice part about taking a mission - going out and seeing the sky again, seeing stars.

"Well, let's try and make this a nice visit at least," he said with a sympathetic pat on her arm. "I can't do much about the height of things though, sorry."