One such as yourself should have known the Azure Dragoon was not one to sit still. My intention had been to draw Nidhogg from the city. We both saw how such events played out. [ A shake of his head. ] It is not free spirited journey as your mind has seen fit to believe. Nay, friend. I go eastward on the behest of mutual parties... and due to obligations.
[ Such things are not best spoken of in public. While they have peace with the dravanians? He would not cause a moment of panic for those in the city. His footsteps are light through the snow dust covered streets despite the gravity of his missions.
He wonders what events the politicians are aware of. Truly, Aymeric had only the detailed knowledge he did due to the covert nature of their mission he had tasked them with. The creation of a primal by Nidhogg's eyes may yet be from his knowledge. He and only been made aware of it due to the connection he has with what essence remains of the wrym. That and mutual worried parties of dravanian nature.
Estinien closes his eyes in thought. How much, he wonders, will Nidhogg's rage linger yet on their star? ]
I would not think of turning down the hospitality of the Lord Speaker and being made a mockery more than I surely am. [ He scoffs gently and motions for Aymeric to step into his home first.
The ancestral home of the Borels is as he remembered it... mostly. There are a few additions that Aymeric himself has mostly added. A pot of whitw lilies stands on the table beside the entryway that causes an eyebrow to raise. The flower reminds him of a certain person and her sister, but he would not dare to presume such things. Even if it remains obvious of how the Lord Speaker's face lights up when said persons are present.
He places his new lance against the wall and nods to the Steward who comes to greet them. Then, he sees fit to take himself to the seating room. What point is there in manners when these people have known him his entire life?
Then, once they are in the room he crosses his arms. ] I suppose I ought to indulge your curiosity first. Ask your questions.
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[ Such things are not best spoken of in public. While they have peace with the dravanians? He would not cause a moment of panic for those in the city. His footsteps are light through the snow dust covered streets despite the gravity of his missions.
He wonders what events the politicians are aware of. Truly, Aymeric had only the detailed knowledge he did due to the covert nature of their mission he had tasked them with. The creation of a primal by Nidhogg's eyes may yet be from his knowledge. He and only been made aware of it due to the connection he has with what essence remains of the wrym. That and mutual worried parties of dravanian nature.
Estinien closes his eyes in thought. How much, he wonders, will Nidhogg's rage linger yet on their star? ]
I would not think of turning down the hospitality of the Lord Speaker and being made a mockery more than I surely am. [ He scoffs gently and motions for Aymeric to step into his home first.
The ancestral home of the Borels is as he remembered it... mostly. There are a few additions that Aymeric himself has mostly added. A pot of whitw lilies stands on the table beside the entryway that causes an eyebrow to raise. The flower reminds him of a certain person and her sister, but he would not dare to presume such things. Even if it remains obvious of how the Lord Speaker's face lights up when said persons are present.
He places his new lance against the wall and nods to the Steward who comes to greet them. Then, he sees fit to take himself to the seating room. What point is there in manners when these people have known him his entire life?
Then, once they are in the room he crosses his arms. ] I suppose I ought to indulge your curiosity first. Ask your questions.