"We have Londinium," Anzu says, thoughtfully. "I've been told that London had that name, in places where there is a London. By us back home, it's a great city-state, wedged between whatever the Frankish lot are doing these days, and the Eastern half of the Holy Empire. It's likened to Venezia, though I'm told the weather's much less pleasant there."

He has not traveled much, though once he'd thought he would.

"I know such things only by hearsay, nu? I thought once I might make it to the far Western plena, one day, or back to Vilna ... but it seems I've put my roots down in the Talons."

He smiles, a little wistfully.

"A charming place, really. I do love it. For all that we have to bury the dead in niches in catacombs, as in times of old."