"Oh, nothing much," Roga replies, fiddling with the coconut.  "Just who we are and where we came from.  If you want, I can go first.  I'm an itinerant worker for reasons that are too many and too embarrassing to mention.  We can leave it at 'I attract disasters and scapegoating.'  One day, I wound up coming to the city we recently escaped from.  I actually managed to keep out of trouble for a good long time until, eventually, events caught up with me and I was blamed for a fire I didn't start.  Thus, I decided to leave, and do a little damage on my way out.  One broken guardhouse window, a few stolen royal weapons, and a guard covered in tar later, the resistance offered me a spot on the 'colony ship,' and I gladly accepted."  He finally opens the coconut.  "Hopefully, without any major cities, I'll finally be free of disasters to be blamed for."  He takes a sip of the coconut water, but winces as he swallows.  "Though the local food might take some getting used to."  He smiles again.  "How about you?"