"I suppose it can be," he concedes. Verin isn't sure how true it is, but he is willing to take it on Essek's word. "A reprieve from Bazzoxan would be welcome. Even if you are dragging me from the wastes to the frozen north," he says with a dry smile.

The truth is, if Essek asked him to come, he will go. Whether it's because his brother needs his help or has some other motive, Verin would find himself hard pressed to resist that call. Maybe it would jeopardize his career, but he's starting to make peace with some of the realities of his life. It's been difficult, but... perhaps he will find some freedom in it.

But that is not a conversation he is certain he can have right now. Verin drinks his tea, taking that moment to try to clear his head.

"I would like that. Especially if it means you're going to keep dressing me," he quips.