Emet-Selch wasn't wrong in the slightest, and Silco was inclined to agree with them. They were given little in terms of true information, the scope of what they had seen was narrowed to only what they've seen on their journey, and beyond that, they had little else. Who the Regent was, beyond a voice? What the world was like, what the power meant. Most of it was a question that didn't have an answer.

As someone who made it a lifestyle to know more than someone in his station should -- it made Silco antsy, to not have the answers obtainable at this time.

"I suppose I could," he said, tone bemused. While he was curious about a world with shards too, there seemed little danger talking about a world that was now destroyed. "My name is Silco, and my world is called Runeterra, but I've really spent my life in the undercity -- an underbelly to a gilded topside. Zaun is... poisoned, poor, and filled to the brim with people who could and would kill your mother for a spare dime, but it's freer than anywhere else in the world."

It was apparent, even to someone who'd just met him, that he was fond of the place, even if the description sounded... unpleasant.