[He can't imagine how she thinks she's being rude given the circumstances, but he won't argue the point now. He pointedly slows his breathing, trying to get himself into a more constructive frame of mind. His fight instincts are overwhelming him, and it won't do him any good while he's in chains. He feels drunk on it.
He has no idea who this girl is, but he can tell that she's going. Her relative poise suggests to him that she's a noblewoman, perhaps? From the way she speaks, he could easily be a Hyur from Ishgard itself... and he hasn't had the time to put together that this world isn't his own.]
I am Estinien Wyrmblood. The Azure Dragoon. [Former Azure Dragoon, really, not that anyone seems to heed that part... he says it carefully, in a way that seems to suggest that she might recognize his name.] I know not how they have bound my aether, but... I cannot...
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He has no idea who this girl is, but he can tell that she's going. Her relative poise suggests to him that she's a noblewoman, perhaps? From the way she speaks, he could easily be a Hyur from Ishgard itself... and he hasn't had the time to put together that this world isn't his own.]
I am Estinien Wyrmblood. The Azure Dragoon. [Former Azure Dragoon, really, not that anyone seems to heed that part... he says it carefully, in a way that seems to suggest that she might recognize his name.] I know not how they have bound my aether, but... I cannot...
[He shakes his head again.]
What nation is this?