"Remarkable."
He said of Sybil's ability to strain an accomplished empath. Presuming the skill of the empath was something above that of a fledgling, such as himself. "How did you cultivate such resilience? An Immortal mark?" A Mortalborn? No, the dreamer wasn't a Mortalborn. Woe thought he would sense something different about them. Unless they hadn't discovered their Immortal heritage. But then the point of their ability wouldn't derive from the Divine source.
"Yes, let's go outside. I know a place we can talk..." So saying, Woe went to the hook on the door and threw his cloak over the rest of the clothes he'd been putting on while they spoke. Once he was ready and prepared for the chill, he waved for Sybil to take the first step out of the door. Should they not take it, he would go.
Sywenna wasn't anywhere to be seen, perhaps had sneaked around to go back to bed, waiting for Woe to stop talking to his imaginary friends and dream-walking visitors, as he tended to.
It would come clear to Sybil that they weren't in a house, but a bustling Inn. It was the Golden Flask Inn, in the heart of one of Ne'haer's bustling commercial centers. They had to walk down a couple of short flights of stairs, before getting to the common room, and from there, out the door.
"Welcome to Ne'haer." Woe said to Sybil, as they walked into a mixed scene of Marble and wooden structures, and canals in between. The city had impressed Woe when he first saw it, and he'd seen the walls of Yaralon. It wasn't necessarily the scale of Ne'haer that would impress or even the materials used in its construction. It was a more thorough infrastructure, balanced to support a large population of people.
A population that was now threatened by unnatural famine.
Woe took Sybil, if they followed, all the way down toward the south of the city. His favorite place to relax in Ne'haer, and be alone with his thoughts. It was at Lochgrass Gardens.
As the seasons turned to winter, the blossoms that blossomed in autumn were chilled by the winter air, encasing them in ice after the freezing rain. He was told that during Cylus it was most beautiful, having many specimens that glowed in the moonlight, reflecting enough light that lanterns weren't necessary.
"Right," Woe said, once they arrived. He shivered in the chilly air, "I still haven't gotten used to the cold of true winter... I was living in Yaralon for quite some time before coming to the west."
"It's not as bad as Rynmere winters but... I hear this is the worst winter Ne'haer has seen in generations. Entire crops lost to frost, the lake frozen over..."
"Is there anything you'd like to know, about this place, about me? I suppose I should reward your bold curiosity for having entered a strange place, through a strange person's dream."