Felih is still new to Ishgard, he's still learning the culture, the power dynamics, the names and faces to know. Most of the city has been wary, or even hostile of him and his companions, all outsiders and strangers, with rumors of danger and wrongdoings on their tails.

All lies and slander, of course, but how would an isolated city know better? Few had even heard that there were new Warriors of Light risen to slay the primal threats. No, Ishgard had its own troubles to worry about. Still, he knew the Heavens' Ward were an interesting bunch, especially after the fiasco with Ser Grinnaux and his false accusations. He should poke around a bit- get to see what kind of men they all were.

"Excuse me- you're Ser Zephirin, am I right?" Felih asks, remembering his face from when he had been sent to meet with the Archbishop. He had heard... interesting things, about the man, but it would be better to see his personality firsthand. His tail sways behind him, not quite at ease, but certainly intrigued.