Then a group of absolute strangers wasn't brought here for anything like an oncoming war or political strife. [His arms cross against his chest, humming in the back of his throat as he mulls it over in his head.]

If your people are peaceful, and your allies are peaceful, and what few struggles you have are taken care of through hard work... then what's left? Your land has plenty of blessing. You have a steady military, a thriving economy. Your gods are being worshipped. No one is wanting for anything.

[And here he looks at Zhongli, something genuinely jealous and longing in the confusion that flashes over his eyes.]

What does a place like this need from people like us, when it's seemingly close to perfect the way it is?