Caedra nods along with the description but doesn't have much to say about it. She's heard of places like that, she thinks, with exotic flowers and parrots and crocodiles. There are such things in Pantai, places her grandson told her about, but her brief visit to that empire to see the boy and to try and steal the Grunfjell temple stone did not leave time for a holiday. And although Pantai has its tropical jungles she only saw tall mountain peaks, damp and frigid still in the middle of spring. It would be nice to return some day.

Something stirs deep in her memory. Thick green trees around a lake. Hot, expansive grasslands bordering desert. She ignores it.

"A thief! That sounds exciting," she says with a giggle, as she casually has another sip of the cachaça. Tasty stuff. "I always pictured thieves as scrawny little things, though. You're definitely not." Mm. Otherwise she wouldn't be so eager to hang around and chat with him. The booze is a pleasant bonus, though. "What was your favorite heist?"