Hmph, a reprieve. I believe I had enough of one after the Warriors of Light drew Nidhogg's presence from my body. [ There remains enough of the wrym that he might yet understand him; even channel the power into the draconian shaped lance. Perhaps that is a topic for a later time. ] And what of you, Aymeric? Will you travel beyond the walls of Ishgard as you see fit?

[ He has his doubts. Aymeric has ever been a dreamer, yet rarely does the man act upon those dreams.

A slight narrow of his eyes takes his face as he sits. Yes, a mockery. He cannot imagine that the people of Ishgard would be kind in judgements lofted to him. He foolishly gave Nidhogg a body to possess and terrorize them all once again. The victory of a new path forward is credited to Aymeric and he would have it no other way. ]

North, to the dragons. I took to Sohr Khai to pay respects. [ And to apologize for his ancestors, though that detail remains unsaid. ] There I encountered Hraesvelgr. What little of Nidhogg remains allows me to sense the great wryms. [ A hand raises to dismiss his friend's worry. ] The armor is no less gifted and more entrusted to me; a relic of the ages in which our ancestors did battle alongside the dragons.

In so many words, I am to take the battlefield once more. To the east, as I have said. You no doubt have had numerous reports of the primal summoned at the Wall. What your reports may have neglected to say is that the primal was summoned using what aether remained in Nidhogg's eyes. I sensed it, even with the distance between our lands and the Wall to Ala Mhigo.

[ His arms cross in thought.] A primal would mean that is where our pair of friends and their colleagues have gone.