No matter where they meet, their conversation is like to stir up fresh gossip. Zephirin looks beyond the Hoplon and towards the walkway where the statues of King Thordan's knights twelve ever stand watch. Lifting one hand, he indicates the top of the steps just past the two lampposts ahead. "Shall we meet here in four bells?"

The Last Vigil is but a short distance away, after all.

"I imagine you devote your spare time to learning more of Ishgard. Today, I would accompany you."