Estinien is standing in the corner, ostensibly just finishing up making use of the bucket that serves as their lavatory when Nero approaches, and he is clearly not prepared to be engaged with such enthusiasm. He jolts in surprise, hefting up his poor-quality hempen pants.

It's easy for him to notice that this man is a creature like him - an Elezen of some sort. Maybe too short to be an adult one, but without the features of a teen. It doesn't look quite right, through a mixture of his proportions and other more minor features, and it's enough for Estinien to be unsure.

Does it really matter, though? It's the first elf-like being he's seen since arriving in this world of Hyur. Not that it guarantees this man can be trusted.

He furrows his brow.

"Depends on who's asking," he says. "One of the High Mage's guests, I assume?"