"Ugh, I hate this question... Well, Numeria's a hard land made for hard people. Ages ago, stars rained from th

"Ugh, I hate this question... Well, Numeria's a hard land made for hard people. Ages ago, stars rained from the sky and left a bunch of chunks of sky metal across the land — some as small as your finger, others big as a mountain. Lots of the chunks just sit still and do nothing, and we mine them for adamantine. Others make monsters, or diseases, or radiation and stuff like that... technic-ology!" Nober spits that last word, almost like a curse.