"...It might sound strange, but I miss the mornings with my companions. When we'd pull ourselves from our bedrolls - we were adventurers, traveling - and gather to discuss things while the coffee brewed and our breakfast cooked over the renewed fire. The air was clean, and we stayed in many a curious place. Caves, underground, in ruins. Places you might not think to stay, but offered shelter all the same. On the warmest days, we'd wake under the skies, and I could usually feign sleep just long enough to rise slowly."

Which doesn't tell him too much about the land, but:

"Assuming we weren't woken early for one reason or another. Trouble liked to find us now and then."