Standing up again, he patted off any sand still clinging to his pants, making his way over to where she was and glancing over the area again. "Complicated question," he said with a small smile, gaze turning to her. "I come from a very big and very different world. Some places are as far from this as you can probably imagine. Cities with the roads covered in asphalt and a number buildings over ten, fifty or a hundred stories high, all packed together. But then you have small villages with tiny houses in mountain slopes or the middle of deserts. There are places that aren't all that different from this, too. A few huts, nice beaches, sun and nice weather. More often than not you see a lot of tourists there, just enjoying their vacation time. But yes, they do exist. Well, minus all the magic, that we don't have."