If he has, he hasn't told me. But I try not to come there too often, because it is his chosen spot, after all. [ She smiles at his words and nods. ] That is a good way to describe him. [ He might as well be Ishgard's foundation and the heart of the city-state. One does not have to look too closely at him and the things he does to determine that. ] You're right, of course. I should do that, but I haven't found one just yet.

[ She falls silent so that she might listen to every word he says, not wanting to miss even one of them. ] One day, I will see your city for myself, and the place you speak of, if you're willing to show it to me. [ Because to hear him describe it, she can almost picture it in her mind's eye: not down to the last detail, of course, but somehow, his words are creating an image in her head regardless. ]

What do I seek? [ She taps one finger against her chin as she mulls this over. ]

You said it yourself: peace. I know I run headfirst looking for adventure, but I wouldn't mind just finding a place to settle down that I could come back home to when I'm able.

[ It seems to her, though, that peace is an elusive thing, showing itself for a brief moment before being drowned out by wars and strife. She also can't help but wonder how long Ishgard will remain in a state of peace. For the sake of those who live there and who have languished in times of war, she hopes that it is a long time yet. ]