[ A sigh of relief passes his lips at the dismissive wave. While some might consider it rude, it's almost a welcome sight. It's one that, after months, he missed more than words could truly express. He wasn't sure when he'd be at the receiving end of the brusque attitude again.

Haurchefantd comes tiptapping up, kicking little puffs of sand out from under his feet. At once, the minion starts to scale Aymeric's armor to find a place upon his shoulder that he might see Estinien more clearly. These daemons oft have a mind of their own, he might soon find out... ]

The Horde? [ His brows furrow fleetingly before smoothing out into the familiar politician's poker face. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. ] No, the Horde is... [ A telling pause. ]

There is much we aught to discuss, Estinien. Such as that this isn't Isghard or Hydaelen at all but a realm called Xistentia. But such discussions might be better left for when we can get you somewhere you can rest.