"I come from a garden," he corrects mildly, keeping his eyes on Zelos, his posture as relaxed as he can get it without resorting to his old slouch; he was still taller than whoever this was, at least, even if Zelos seemed broader built. "I don't work with the earth directly; more of a planner."

He smirks lightly, huffing a soft laugh, remembering how easy it was to get turned around after regenerating, not making any remark to confirm the question about whatever Sylvarant was. Perhaps another nation. "Easy to get lost if you're stuck behind a desk all day, instead of wandering about."