[when sayano enters francel's cabin, she will find nothing but stone wall greeting her. the home seems nothing at all like how an ishgardian noble would normally decorate; the entryway is packed with boxes and tools, like axes and rope and lanterns, as if the home is not a home but some sort of storage-chamber. a voice calls from another room.]
Ah — yes, please enter.
[as sayano moves into the second room she will see what actually constitutes francel's home — the table, the fireplace, the bed in the corner, the small kitchen — and the man himself, standing by the window with a house haillenarte knight to guard him. the knight, stephannot, bears the gentle look of a man who is handsome but gracefully aging; unfortunately, he is in the middle of pulling his chainmail hood over his hair, and snapping his iron mask over his face.
young lord francel, for his part, bears the innocent look of a young elezen boy who has just been stretched into the frame of an adult. he blinks at sayano's appearance, masking his discomfort. he asked for the observatorium's levemete to send an adventurer, yes, and he could tell from her name that she was doman — but he didn't expect an au ra...
nevertheless. ishgard has changed, somewhat, and the holy see's persecution and execution of au ra is largely in the past. nevertheless, sayano's scales give francel a slight edge of discomfort — first of all because they make him feel ill at ease, but second of all because he understands keenly what his countrymen has done to her kin and it adds to his general sense of guilt.
none of this shows on his face as he smiles politely and asks:]
You would be Sayano?
[he hesitates a moment, yes, but oddly enough he has no trouble pronouncing her name in the correct fashion.]
2.0 francel, assuming adventurer
Ah — yes, please enter.
[as sayano moves into the second room she will see what actually constitutes francel's home — the table, the fireplace, the bed in the corner, the small kitchen — and the man himself, standing by the window with a house haillenarte knight to guard him. the knight, stephannot, bears the gentle look of a man who is handsome but gracefully aging; unfortunately, he is in the middle of pulling his chainmail hood over his hair, and snapping his iron mask over his face.
young lord francel, for his part, bears the innocent look of a young elezen boy who has just been stretched into the frame of an adult. he blinks at sayano's appearance, masking his discomfort. he asked for the observatorium's levemete to send an adventurer, yes, and he could tell from her name that she was doman — but he didn't expect an au ra...
nevertheless. ishgard has changed, somewhat, and the holy see's persecution and execution of au ra is largely in the past. nevertheless, sayano's scales give francel a slight edge of discomfort — first of all because they make him feel ill at ease, but second of all because he understands keenly what his countrymen has done to her kin and it adds to his general sense of guilt.
none of this shows on his face as he smiles politely and asks:]
You would be Sayano?
[he hesitates a moment, yes, but oddly enough he has no trouble pronouncing her name in the correct fashion.]