The streets of Venera seem to give way to a lush vineyard. Even the well-tended outskirts of the city seemed a dull green in comparison to this place.

Emet-Selch looks curiously at the surroundings, at first wondering if they were somehow transported to another place. He focuses on the world around them and narrows his eyes in critical assessment. This new world had granted him the ability to see enchantments, and based on a glance, this did not appear to be a magically conjured illusion.

A memory, perhaps?

"So it seems..." He looks agreeably at the child and motions onward with an open palm. "Would you lead the way?"