"I see. Well...hopefully we are out of the cold season, at least. Assuming Erku abides by such things as we understand them."

There's never any telling, really.

Essek carefully picks up the...sandwich? Bread and meat together. It smells good, at least. He's about to take a bite when the question catches him a little off guard, pausing. Brows furrow a moment in consideration, glancing back at the outline of Wildemount with a little ache in his chest.

"I...don't know. So much of it is...unwelcoming for me, at present. Perhaps Tal'Dorei."