[The Exarch just looks resigned. One could even call it a little sad, but it's difficult to tell without the ears beneath the hood giving away all. He collects himself and takes a small step back, intending to leave.]

We might call upon one of the Warriors of Light whenever we begin. Despise me as you will, but they may be receptive to your company, and your stories.

For now, however, I think I have harangued you in the kitchen enough. [As if Emet didn't just insert himself here.] Mayhap we should revisit this another time. As you are my esteemed guest, you have full run of whatever food remains.