[Suddenly, he's more interested in the man's comment. His brows draw together. There is no progress. It's just people cobbling together what they can find. He shakes his head.]

The war. Or multiple wars, no one remembers anymore. [Or they do, but no one remembers it right. They're just more stories passed down. Sunny only remembers one war with the barons. He's spent the years after that both waiting for another to break out and desperately keeping one from doing so.

So much for that.]

What do you mean ten years? [He peers back at the man.] Are you saying your part of the world somehow held on to all this technology?