Felih had only come here following threads and traces, because his tank refuses to explain himself, explain the stone that rests dark and heavy in his pockets, the one that glows with the aether and spirit of someone angry, someone long gone. A soulstone, simply put.

All he had to go on was that he had gotten it in Ishgard- some gibberish about a dead man, and then something about an Auri who trained him. Felih only knew of a small handful of Auri folk who wandered the streets of Ishgard, despite how Ishgard treats the draconic-looking folk.

The Miqo'te swishes over to the table in the back corner of the Forgotten Knight, tail flicking, and says simply, "Do you have a moment? I'm looking for someone who might know about a soul crystal." He keeps his voice low, however- all types frequent this place.