"Jarzon? It's too hot in the summer, and too cold in the winter, growing anything is hard work, and not even the soldiers or priest-adepts can keep all of the countryside clear of trouble. Not to mention our neighbors to the north happens to be run by a centuries-old undead sorcerer with delusions of grandeur, the swamps to the west have bandits and wild animals, and the land to the east is a blasted desert full of darkfiends."
Melisan grinned. "And I'm technically the assistant to an ambassador, so I probably shouldn't be telling you all the negative points. Especially as I haven't been home much myself since I was your age. I don't care for the land at all, but the people are... neighborly. Friendly, if slow to warm up to strangers." Deserving more than what they were dealt.