Aiswynd tilts his head as the Elezen man approached, hearing him before the unbuckling of a weapon, "The fish are biting decently well. I'd share but..." he eyes the man for a moment, almost as if he was about to decline on basis of Au Ra and Ishgardian, "You look like you know your way around a fishing rod so you probably don't need a hand out." he laughs lightly.
He motions to the empty camp site, and the multitude of space, "Ishgard by the accent, don't fret." he pulls out a badge, showing that he was a member of the Skysteel Manufactory, "I'm not an enemy, might not be friend, but I am not your foeman." he pulls the hook out and sighs, "Got away." he mutters before casting into the water again after re-baiting the hook.
He motions to the empty camp site, and the multitude of space, "Ishgard by the accent, don't fret." he pulls out a badge, showing that he was a member of the Skysteel Manufactory, "I'm not an enemy, might not be friend, but I am not your foeman." he pulls the hook out and sighs, "Got away." he mutters before casting into the water again after re-baiting the hook.
§{Khunbish Adarkim}§
