"Oh, I'm not fussy." His own home was set a little ways apart from the main knot of people in his section of the Swarm, and Kirrick had lived at the center of a maze. Crom had grown used to the comparative solitude; the rooms at the offices were the closest he'd lived to others since Ostarr.

Ostarr. He hoped... oh, he didn't know what he hoped. Best to put it out of his mind for now. He needed to find shelter.

"But people might help us get a grip on where we are and what we need! What do you think?"