Felih is not long behind him, soon trotting up to the other man in more relaxed attire. Lovely dress robes, built warm for the Ishgardian cold, now adorn his body, heavy but with a weight that seems to match much of the Ishgardian fashion within the city, trimmed and lined with soft, warm furs. Robes are the attire of choice for mages, after all, and if nothing else, Felih is proud of his skill. He has the large hood up to protect his ears, the thin folds of skin not prepared for such biting cold, but proper attire has done wonders.

"Ah- there you are. Glad am I that the weather did not take another turn towards snow, at least for now," he laughs, perking up. He adjusts his hood with gloves that cover his claws, and even his fluffy tail is tucking close to the fabric. He considered putting it in a warm sweater-sleeve to keep warm, but it looks so undignified... so he chose against it.

"I hope I've not kept you waiting long, ser knight."