[He noted her gluttony, and it only reinforced how much Shimmer that Singed had to employ in order to save Jinx's life. Though, even now, he didn't believe a second the warning that death was sometimes a mercy. Not for her, not for his daughter, not for Jinx. She had to survive; he needed her.

He made a noise in his throat to acknowledge her adventures, tapping his fork against the rim of his plate.]

Agreed. If there is crystal - which might be useful for trade - then there are all manner of ores and minerals that we could mine.

[Zaun might be a city on the precipice of a new revolution, but at it's heart, it was a mining city. Everything was built to explore deeper and deeper, to drag out the precious minerals trapped in the rock. There were no limits there as there were no limits to what Zaunites could do.]

Have you heard any rumours about the tower? I assume there are folk tales and stories about it.

[He hadn't done a lot of exploring and traveling beyond Zaun and Piltover. He'd seen pictures and drawing, but without the weight of dragging Zaun to independency on his shoulders, he actually could consider exploration of this place. Jinx, he expected, would be his protector for any untoward creatures that wanted to eat them.]