[ There are shrines and the like all over Othard, but such western concepts as churches and monasteries are completely alien to him. The whole place seems grand and imposing in a way he can't quantify, even if twisted by the dream. He'd been entertaining the idea of leaving Othard and heading west to Eorzea, perhaps he might see such a structure himself one day.

His eyes turn upward again, and amused snort slipping out before he can stop it. ]

I didn't figure you kept your plants on the ceiling.

[ So he does have a sense of humor after all. ]

Mm, not really. There are others - I'm a mercenary - but I know they just keep me around because of how I look.