[It's clear Beat is trying very hard to speak in a way that Hythlodaeus will understand. It's endearing, really, that he would go to such lengths. However, it was also sort of necessary, as when Beat really got into his drawl, he was nigh incomprehensible.]

Ah, so this is something of a historical village from your world? Alas, nothing in history has presented itself as such from the star which I hail.

[For the first time, Hythlodaeus looks a bit melancholy, eyesight dropping down to drift along the pavement as they walked. For a time, only the sound of his soft leather shoes and Beat's slimy footsteps could be heard.]

My star... our star. Regrettably, I currently do not know the state of it.

[He sighs, crossing his arms apprehensively.]

Etheirys was its name. Unparalleled in its beauty, everything in brilliant harmony, as was our duty to facilitate. The capital of Amaurot was the home of great minds and mages. The archive of all mankind's knowledge, his triumphs, and the lessons of his missteps. A tirelessly crafted perfection, it was.

[He trailed off, clearly enraptured not by his own words, but by the memory of his home. Nothing he said could begin to do it justice. The smile returned to his face, and he looked again at Beat.]

Would that you could one day visit. Full glad would I be to tour you the bustling streets, watched over by the buildings and spires eternally reaching for the heavens. Architectural bliss, the pride of my people! I would show you the Bureau of the Architect, the office of which I have the honor of presiding over as Chief.

[With a hand to his heart, he's genuine in his offer. Perhaps one day he would be able to guide Beat around his city the way Beat is guiding him here.]

Ah, I'm afraid I may have ran away with your question...