"Ah, no. It's the name of the country. The world is...well, we call it Errdra," Ianchus looks for a napkin, and then begins scribbling on it with a pen that also happens to be on the counter.

"This is the Cephean Sea...the Cephea." He waves his pen tip around the blank white of the napkin, pausing in his speech to scribble. "And the islands there are the Cephean Islands...also, the Cephea." The name encompasses both the sea and the islands. He realizes that perhaps it sounds a little odd. "Some of these islands are part of Kyrthassa, the country. And the King..." His voice falters slightly, a slightly pained grimace flashing across his face. "Sits in Carrah, here. The capital."

Now he's getting a little into it, doodling on the paper. "The Cephea's one of the only safe spots to travel through to get from East to West and back without it taking several months, so..." He laughs, tapping the pen with emphasis at the area between the landbound point he marked as Carrah and the islands of the Cephea. "That's how we earn our money."

Ianchus looks up with a grin, and then forces himself to settle down a bit. It's been a while since he's talked about his homeland and, despite his mixed feelings, he does love it, he loves its history, and it's been a while since he's let himself think about it so easily.

"And that. Is how a small island kingdom with few exports manages to rise to be a power to contend with," He can't help but chuckle.