[The sound of aimless bullshittery is also kind of weirdly comforting. (Sure, Tesseralia Right. No big. Maybe it's actually for the best Beau isn't here, she might start trying to interest Lup in some shares on a particular volcanic island instead.)

...Anyway. He shakes his head grimly, gives the darkening forest out the window a grimace. Hard to tell if it's a good sign or a bad one that it's gotten a little quieter out there.]

I'm not gonna lie, kind of a relief it isn't, right now.

[Selfishly, maybe, but there's enough very pressing weirdness on their plate back home already without dealing with...whatever this is. Even the corruption in the Savalierwood—the closest thing he can compare it to—isn't this aggressive.

Hopefully, though it sounds like he can guess at the answer—]

I don't suppose you could sightsee us over to Exandria instead?

[She did say her magic was fucked up. But, y'know. Worth asking.]