"What he is looking for is also looking for him." Esquie replied, peering up at the sky as they walked, somehow managing still not to step on anyone or anything or trip. For such an oddly-shaped fellow, he seemed remarkably steady on those... feet?

"Lumiere. It's... across the sea a ways." It wasn't entirely a lie- no matter the sea wasn't entirely in this realm, there was one between him and home. And he'd noticed that if you could put it on another continent somewhere it was less likely to find anyone that knew enough to argue it. "Quite the city. Can't beat the bakeries, or the wineries."