It's hard to say if Caduceus' angle on the concept gives Essek any comfort. He's quiet a moment, some of the tension loosening, but he doesn't appear entirely convinced. The gods of Exandria are distant to him, the Luxon little more than a false idol that holds his own people hostage. But the idea that destiny is a guide rather than a path...he likewise isn't sure what to make of it. In his mind, nothing had guided him to steal the beacons and give them away other than his own judgment, his own decisions.

"And so? Was it a guide of destiny that brought you all to me in Xhorhas?"

They could just as easily have left it behind, could have traded it away or sold it themselves, but for some reason they had held onto it when it had come across their path. Was that destiny?

Rather than be perturbed, Essek cants his head at Caduceus, interested. "There are remains of infrastructure to my knowledge, although I do not know about the bodies of actual people. Can you still learn from a ruin?"