[Honestly, it's for the best. There's no impressing Emet, well, that is unless you're the Warrior of Light, apparently.]

Sounds reasonable.

[Lowering his hand from his chin, he lets his arms settle into a proper cross over his chest, a slight tilt of his head.]

I'll even go first: my standards of a world fully formed is when one encompasses the likeness to that of our own when it wasn't the fragmented disaster it is now.

[Purposefully leaving that vague.]

Now, then...who was in your company when you made your trip to Garlemald?

[He might be able to surmise the goal if he knows his companions at the time. If he had any at all, that is.]