Arthur almost asks 'how did you know that?' but as she speaks more, he realizes she means Solvunn. Which, to him, doesn't seem terribly cultish. But he comes from the sort of cult that would make other cult leaders shake their heads and say 'too much'. Society functions and no one's getting beaten to death in the streets or starving or being brainwashed by games of Simon Says. That's good enough for him!

"Oh, no, I don't think there's any censorship like that in Solvunn. Lots of pastoral themed reading, and yes, a great deal of poetry about goats and the splendor of their products, but nothing that screams 'a propaganda department rewrote this'. Well. Nothing I've seen."

An important amendment, he realizes. He thought all was peachy keen in Wellington for years. And he's only been in Solvunn a short time, not even a month proper what with this little holiday.

"The people there seem nice enough," he offers. It would seem she's been here longer - she seems very comfortable and at ease in their current surroundings. Though maybe she's just from a place where strange things are normal. Of course she may just want to continue with her book, and Arthur certainly won't blame her if she tells him to sod off.