Verin looks around, beyond his brother, at the luxury set before them. He can tell it's luxurious, even if it's new and unfamiliar and strange. There doesn't seem much here that's set to punish them--but Essek would know.

It feels, a little bit, like when they were children. To have Essek be the purveyor of knowledge and skill once more feels like how it ought to be.

Essek asks, and Verin doesn't want to answer. He wants to ask him all the questions, of what he's been up to, and how he ended up in this place, and when that happened. Instead, Verin gives a big sigh and looks out over this abyssal sea.

"A small excursion under the Gates. Standard things. Nothing new or different than what I've been doing the last few years."