So. Here they were.

A place Pluto might call home, if there was any such place of calm and comfort, for his tenure on this plane. A place Persephone had once held dear beside people she'd once cared for. He hated everything about what Vitus had told him, but he was determined to see this place for himself and piss all over the borders, to see what sort of life his soulmate had endured in his absence.
Vitus put his bundle down to mention guest dens, and Pluto nodded noncommittally. He hoped to find a private place for himself sooner rather than later, but he wouldn't snub the seers friendly assistance. It all felt so foreign, and strange, and he knew he'd never bow his head to another god. How well could he really belong here? Had Persephone enjoyed it? With an internal sigh and knowing he had few other options, Pluto accepted what would come.

If Vitus was to believed, it was hardly even the place it once had been; child rulers sometimes did that to a place, emotional or eager to prove themselves as they usually were. What young boy given power did not flex it, test it, shape the world around him?

You've been kind, Vitus, he hummed simply; not many would see what they believed to be a mere child and offer the warm hand of companionship to someone they barely knew. He'd seen some run-down fuck and extended what peace he thought he could offer; took him somewhere more suitable when it became clear Jakten wasn't for either of them.

He said nothing else, just waited to either be met by a leader or set free to explore the icy reaches of Northfall.