[ Estinien would admit that there is nothing quite like what Aymeric has to lighten his days. The burning sense of hatred and revenge is all but gone, leaving an ashen emotional scope of one who wonders what his purpose in the world must be now. What role will dragoons play? Not that he has a place in Ishgard--or had one much of ever outside of the Azure Dragoon. They are not thoughts to burden his friend with. He must find his own path before returning to truly aid Aymeric in what he would need. ]
Aye, I have. The moogles of Moghome were charged by Hraesvelgr. Had we not made contact with them, we would have never met with the great wrym. [ He turns his gaze back to the moogle. ] Being charged to protect the Zenith and being of a "mail network" are not the same.
Mognet has been based out of Gridania since the Seventh Umbral Calamity, kupo! We would be cousins to the moogles of Moghome. [ A paw raises in thought before the moogle's whole body sways side-to-side and a pleased sound echoes from it. Then, it glides over to the Lord Speaker and begins to ruffle around in its large bag. ] A letter for the Lord Speaker of the House of Lords, Lord Aymeric de Borel! Do all people in Ishgard have such long names, kupo?
Only those of nobility, the military, or of the Holy See. Ser Aymeric has the pleasure of listening to the other long named nobles debate about the laws of our city-state. [ He crosses his arms and smirks. ] He may yet garner more long titles.
[ The moogle spins the moment it pulls a letter from his bag, and wiggles inexcitement once more. ]
I'll make certain to remember, kupo! The other moogles implied more letters may come. [ With a nod, the Moogle extends the letter to Aymeric.
The letter itself seems as if it has certainly seen some amount of travel. While not damaged, the envelope has browned in ways. The envelope itself also does not seem to be of Eorzea. Instead of being addressed by a name, the front has a drawn image of the sigil of House Borel. On the other side, the envelope is sealed by a small amount of wax imprinted by a lily design. ]
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Aye, I have. The moogles of Moghome were charged by Hraesvelgr. Had we not made contact with them, we would have never met with the great wrym. [ He turns his gaze back to the moogle. ] Being charged to protect the Zenith and being of a "mail network" are not the same.
Mognet has been based out of Gridania since the Seventh Umbral Calamity, kupo! We would be cousins to the moogles of Moghome. [ A paw raises in thought before the moogle's whole body sways side-to-side and a pleased sound echoes from it. Then, it glides over to the Lord Speaker and begins to ruffle around in its large bag. ] A letter for the Lord Speaker of the House of Lords, Lord Aymeric de Borel! Do all people in Ishgard have such long names, kupo?
Only those of nobility, the military, or of the Holy See. Ser Aymeric has the pleasure of listening to the other long named nobles debate about the laws of our city-state. [ He crosses his arms and smirks. ] He may yet garner more long titles.
[ The moogle spins the moment it pulls a letter from his bag, and wiggles inexcitement once more. ]
I'll make certain to remember, kupo! The other moogles implied more letters may come. [ With a nod, the Moogle extends the letter to Aymeric.
The letter itself seems as if it has certainly seen some amount of travel. While not damaged, the envelope has browned in ways. The envelope itself also does not seem to be of Eorzea. Instead of being addressed by a name, the front has a drawn image of the sigil of House Borel. On the other side, the envelope is sealed by a small amount of wax imprinted by a lily design. ]