Felih is ever-curious, his ears perking forward even under his hood as he regards the other man. He's still in that armor- though he can't help but wonder why.

"Is it customary for Heavens' Ward Knights to wear their armor about even after the usual hours of duty?" he asks, looking over the armor. "Or is the position such that you must remain ever-vigilant? If so, you lot have my sympathies. Such heavy armor is not meant to be worn so long," he says with a sigh, a hand coming up to his own cheek as he tilts his head thoughtfully into his palm.

"I surely hope that it's not that case. You all must be sporting horrifically sore bodies," he hums, before stretching a little. "But at the least, we are both prepared for sudden snow. Onwards then- I've plenty to ask, mostly about the Pillars, mostly."

And then, the curious glimmer is back in his eyes as they walk, looking around at all the seemingly endless buildings, towers and spires and buttresses and bridges- Ishgard is a veritable masterpiece of architecture. "I can't help but notice that most of the city's nobility resides here, though I'm still learning of all the names and houses of note. And not only that, but it seems Ishgard's storied history is told more through the Pillars' vast architecture and monuments... I had hoped to ask you about more of such things. If I am to reside here for a time, I should learn such things."

He laughs. "The last thing I'd want to do is commit some manner of social faux pas for not knowing who's who and what's what."