[ rude is estinien's middle name. estinien 'rude ass bitch' wyrmblood, check the birth certificate. at something tiptapping over, the dragoon's immediately on edge, but as the familiar tuft of white hair pops up, that tension softens, even dissolving into a small quirk at the corner of estinien's lips. haurchefant. the little minion is far, far from the dear friend they'd had, but a fond reminder of the great man it reflects.

and, much more appealing a thing that nighoggd here, the gross, half sand-covered eyeball, that starts to turn on it's own, seething whispers coming from the thing, something along the lines of 'ishgard is ashes, far from here, mortal--' before it gets sneered at and tucked back into estinien's pack.

he assumes, once more, the eye is just nidhogg being creepy and evil again, not the thing about to explain this entire situation to him. yeah, it wasn't a great choice on FATES' part for a daemon. ]

I've not heard aught of any place by that name, but I assume you'll soon amend that, my friend. [ estinien grunts out, as he pushes himself up, preparing to make to safety with aymeric. ] You can start as we walk.

[ sooner rather than later, please. ]