"Only a few times," Celehar admits - he has to glance away, because he can't help but feel some chagrin about what it says of his life, that one of the few places he could think of where he felt genuinely at ease was one he'd visited only in brief. That perhaps the only place before that had been his rooms with his family, when he was young, little hidden corners of the Prelacy that he'd found solace in, here and there.

"My work does - did - not often leave me time to wander."