This was probably high enough. Julien could hear the coast extending along beneath him, curving out there before and behind until the sound of surf on land blurred. There were mountains out there that the wind keened against, and storms rumbling as they rolled across the world. He could see the roads parting fields, and little gray roofs, and the dainty shapes of people going about their business.

It was beautiful here. If nothing else, it was beautiful.

"Yeah. So, then. These people down there, what are they like? What do they think about people like you and me?"