"Dreanor, it was once a beautiful land filled with all kinds of creatures, but after a series of wars and cataclysmic events its been left as a series of floating islands on burned land. Nothing on Dreanor is a herbavore, everything eats somthing else. The sky is eternally lit by three red suns, its a dieng world, but its the only one my people have, and we will defend it untill the bitter end."
He paused momentarily, thinking deeply of his homeland and how he was going to miss it.
"So what is this place like? This "Earth" as you call it?"