[Silco stared at the request which was completely away from their previous conversation. Zaun was, if nothing else, a point of pride for him. It was a safe topic, but perhaps it would also enlighten Richard as to why he was the way that he was.]
It is call the city of iron and glass. It is down river from our rulers, where we have been cast aside to be the catch-basin of the failures and filth of the golden city. We were originally founded first, mining and thus building deep into the underground, and the deeper one goes, the more poisonous the atmosphere becomes. We build from the scrapes tossed to us, and we fill our cities with innovation from Chem-tech, paint murals on buildings, rooftops and storefronts. Our people are an uncouth but eclectic rowdy lot, and we thrive based on few rules or oversite. Zaun is a nation yearning to be free, even though we are irrevocably tied to Piltover for as long as both cities stand.
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It is call the city of iron and glass. It is down river from our rulers, where we have been cast aside to be the catch-basin of the failures and filth of the golden city. We were originally founded first, mining and thus building deep into the underground, and the deeper one goes, the more poisonous the atmosphere becomes. We build from the scrapes tossed to us, and we fill our cities with innovation from Chem-tech, paint murals on buildings, rooftops and storefronts. Our people are an uncouth but eclectic rowdy lot, and we thrive based on few rules or oversite. Zaun is a nation yearning to be free, even though we are irrevocably tied to Piltover for as long as both cities stand.