Hythlodaeus gives him a happy nod and pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against while waiting.

"Ah, I believe this is my cue to tell you you look good? I am told that, too, is part of the process," he adds, glancing at the phone in his hand. "Curious, do you not find? The idea that there is a protocol for courting... I know not whether I like it or not. Conforming to expectations has never been my strong suit."

Hythlodaeus shakes his head and smiles, holding out his hand.

"Shall we go? I found a spot that I believe would be perfect."

The spot turns out to be some way from the city center, in a prestigious district - some manner of a museum complex, it appears, quite literally merging into a stretch of a park: the building seems to have been fashioned out of a marble cliff, the nicely finished exterior gently turning into the slopes of rougher natural stone that vaguely encircle the surrounding territory, giving way to shrub and pines around a small elongated lake. The windows of the building are tall, intermittently made of stained glass that seems to glow gently in the soft morning sun. All things considered, it is quite beautiful, if not exactly similar to their home.

Hythlodaeus turns to his friend, a smile on his face.

"There. Do you like it?"