"Perhaps I should seek them out and see if they have anything of interest to say." Being alive longer than some cities was not unusual for long-lived beings. Places would often rise and fall within a few short years, only to have a new city built in its place. Such is the ceaseless wheel of time.

Emet-Selch looks off toward the horizon. "Cities that are kept aloft are destined to fall one day, just like those which sit on the ground." Though the nature of the floating islands is still out of reach to some degree.

He shakes his head. "Anyroad, I assume you would have your fill of dreariness on this day." A change in topic, then! "How long did you say it has been since you've been to our fair city?"