[Those... sure were some questions, Tataru. Emet-Selch hums to himself in thought, nodding in acknowledgement of the addition of tea. Just as slowly chewing over a bit of muffin (not at all bad, he had to accept), he uses the opportunity to think.

The full truth- as amusing as it would've been to state- was clearly out, but there were plenty of other things to focus on.]

...'Tis a dismal place. Do you know much of the history of the nation? Garleans did not originate in the hostile northern climes of Ilsabard, but were forced there from the more hospitable lands of Aldenard. Unable to manipulate aether in the same way as you... there was little they could do but struggle to survive in lands that no one else desired.

[He pauses to take a sip of tea.]

Of course, much changed with the advent of magitek. Mere survival is much less of an issue, though it's done little to improve the weather. The capital itself is bleak, cold in more than temperature. I'm sure you've seen your share of Castrums built in Eorzea- 'tis a similar style of architecture, if not as wholly militaristic.

--They're not bad. [An abrupt shift, as he points towards his gradually-diminishing treat.] Your muffins.