[ Sylvain's gaze is drawn upwards at the wyvern's screech and he can't help but smile at the sight. One hand lifts, shading his eyes from the sun's glare, before he nods and gestures towards the monastery. ]

Well, now there's a wyvern so it will really feel like home. Let's go see. I know at least the marketplace is here besides the stables. But who knows how active my imagination was when I was here last? That's how these work you said, right?

[ And he'll start the trek across the paddock towards the towering buildings ahead. ]