Perhaps on another day, when his brother is not newly arrived to a sex island, it won't be awkward to be around his brother mostly naked. They grew up together, but it has been quite some time. Modesty feels appropriate, at least for now.

Essek returns a few minutes later with two steaming mugs of tea floating gently above his hands. It is strange, to say the least, to see Verin in this different clothing, and it occurs to him then that it must likewise be the same for him - nothing here particularly resembles Xhorhasian clothing, except for Caleb's coat, which came with him. He floats one cup over to him, and takes his own by the handle, sipping delicately.

"Now, what other questions do you have, or would you care to enlighten me about recent happenings at Bazzoxan, or anything else back home?"