Firo listens attentively, nodding every so often to show Maiza that he's soaking it all in. He likes hearing Maiza talk about where he came from; a place he's had curiosity about for a long time.

He raises an eyebrow when Maiza describes one of the town's strange features. "...Libraries?" He'd expected something a little more intense and not so innocuous-sounding to define a town that sounded so different. "How come you guys needed so many of those?"

Suddenly concerned that Maiza might take that as criticism, he holds his hands up defesnively, "Not that I gotta problem with 'em. But you only need so many in one place, right?"