"Huh. Yeah."

"And our lands are - I guess I could translate it 'the Clouded Mountains'?"

"What's the actual name in your language?"

"Neth'azireya."

"Beautiful."

He laughs. "Thanks. The mountains are pretty too."

"I've never been to any mountains, which is arguably a dishonor to my frost giant heritage, except lots of frost giants don't actually live in mountains these days and I don't wanna be one of those people who gets obsessed with Doing Things The Way Our Ancestors Did to a level our ancestors would have laughed at us for."

"Huh. Frost giants used to live in mountains?"

"Frost Giants' genesis was on a mountain range, or so the story goes."

"Well, that explains it."

"Really cold mountains, I think our progenitor froze to death."

"Wow."

"We do have ice magic. ...Studies suggest that how the progenitor dies affects the magic of the species created by the genesis."

"You must have a lot of species."

"Well, you can genesis-proof a lot of area by ensuring that dying people end up on the inner edge of the already-genesis-proof area, but yeah, we kind of do."

"And that - sound - happens every time someone dies?"

"Yeah."

"I guess if most people don't die of old age..."

"Makes wars even nastier, I'm guessing."

"Hm?"

"Death tolls. I mean--if you're more used to them, or don't have them--that might deter us from going to war, but once you're killing people anyway, going through that--knowing you caused it, again and again, if you're not at all inured to it..."

Thoughtful nod.

"Anyway. No one here dies of old age or is liable to kill each other."

"Yeah."

Sigh.

Well. Fabric.

"How complicated are the glowing rocks?"