<sub>[Admittedly she didn't know much of the history of Garlemald at all. While she was open-minded enough to not reject and judge those who defected from the Empire based on their race at first glance, that didn't mean she was gung-ho about delving into history books like Urianger in her free time.

The more he describes it however Tataru's shoulders begin to sag just a bit. Dismal and cold. It makes her think back to her time in Ishgard which, despite the city being beautiful in its own right, was chilled not only in temperature but to outsiders as well.

A place driven by its might and military. She can't imagine how anyone can thrive.]</sub>

Thank you! Please, help yourself to another.

_{[She made a bunch...with the intention that he shares, of course, but he can absolutely have more than one. Another piece of muffin is popped into her mouth as she casts her gaze down to the surface of her tea, watching the steam rise.]}

I was well acquainted with one of the Empire's Castrums...as a forced guest, you could say. _{[She had been kidnapped. It sucked. A lot.]} I had hoped though the Empire had a bit more joy to it. What of painters and musicians? Dancers and festivities?

_{[Even uptight Ishgard was a place full of rich culture and reverence for art.]}