[ And yet, Ishgard is in need of her Knights. Jonathan has chosen his path, or according to his maker, it was chosen for him. The day will come when he will need to face the reason he was reborn, but for now, that day seems to continue to be quite some time away. As such, he will devout himself to his true calling in his mind. Just as he suspects Aymeric will one day find his own calling. ]

Sunrise. They found this training to be of the utmost importance. [ Estinien shakes his head. ] If our fellow Knights find themselves unprepared to fight for Ishgard, dragon or man, then perhaps we have already succumbed to a path of defeat.

Or, they are merely showing force if strength. [ Jonathan intersects his opinion. ] Should it be the Garlean Empire, then, it would do Eorzea well to see thr strength the Holy Sea commands. If it continues to be dragons? Then, it will merely show that we have yet to fall.

[ Jonathan however can tell Estinien is far from moved or impressed. As such, he shakes his head and motions for Aymeric to take a seat. He sees no reason in putting off the examination for very long. ]

A bourbon, if you have it in your stock.

[ Estinein waves his hand to pass the offered drink. Instead, he pulls forward the orders addressed to Ser Aymeric de Borel. He places them on the desk and then leans against it. ]