[He is casual in his following, but he is also curious. Eyes moving towards the creatures they give wide berth to, the battle-worn gates, the interior of the quaint little inn that they find after night has fallen. And within the company of civilization, Ardyn wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb, donned in many layers and unlike the dress of anyone else he has seen thus far. (Not that Ardyn dresses much like anyone on Eos, either.)

He crosses his arms, giving X’rhun a look paired with an arching brow.]

I do love hearing you sweet-talk. Let us go that route for now — a bit of privacy to be had while we refuel for the night, hm?