For such an innocuous question, it somehow prompts a heavy scowl. His lips press together tightly and the corners of his mouth turn down before he answers.

"'Is', not 'was'," he replies tightly. "'Tis best known as 'Hydaelyn'. Named after the so-called goddess who watches over it."

He glances out across the fields and windmills. Similar but also wholly different to Kholusia and La Noscea. Their present surroundings are a far more palatable topic. "Are the townspeople offering food and board for your labour? Or were you taken by a need for charity?"