[ This whole place has been trouble. They haven't escaped any of the problems that plagued life: killing, unrest, corruption. He looks troubled when they start to dip their toes in talk of the political chaos here, but it's the right move not to chance a conversation in the open. ]

...Mm.

[ So instead he finds a loose hem of his ragged shirt—which is threadbare and who knows how old—and tears off a rung of fabric to tie his hair back with, finally able to push his grimy bangs from his face. He hasn't had a chance to change, so yes, it's still rag hours. ]

I doubt they have the resources to track us, if you'd like to return to Serene. [ ... ] You must be wearied from your efforts. Thank you, Sylvain.