"Hmph. Someone needed to curb your flights of whimsy."

He interlaces his fingers with Hythlodaeus', squeezing gently. "They endured eight hundred years in that harsh land before I decided to shape them into a military force. Though they lacked any sort of control over aether, they built a city amongst the peaks. Sometimes I would look over it as their emperor and feel as though I was home again..."

He trails off, expression dimming. "I suppose it will have been razed by now during the war of succession."