"Oh, not really." Lucien replied, putting his hands in leather gloves down onto the rail. Another bunch of beautiful red flowers exploded in the sky. "That acquaintance of mine described the islands from which these fireworks come as rather civilized, clean and orderly. Their healers are said to be on a level even higher than here. Though, I have heard bad things, too. They are said to communicate with spirits, and mages are held highly in their society. Strange people." he concluded.
His tall, lean figure leaned onto the rail, bending over a little. Even beneath the thick coat, his shouderblades appeared rather pronounced, stretching the fabric. He brushed some snow off his sleeve, and kept gazing at the sky.