He smiled to P'azih, happy to be remembered. "And here I though Miqo'te had good eyesight! ...I thought the red would at least make me stand out." As usual, he was clad in the red tabbard and vermillion sollerets, his 'casual' city outfit that would still offer protection, with plenty of mobility.
"Yes, Miss Crofte, how are you? I haven't seen you sin the other sun, at the Coffer and Coffin." The slight twangs of the Garlean accent hopefully being covered up with the Ishgardian one. Crofte had never questioned him on it, and he hoped it'd stay that way.
Looking at the other Highlander, "Berrod, right? I think I've seen you at the Grindstone. How'd you lose this past week?"
Deflecting the conversation could also work. Maybe a series of disconnected conversations would get Croftes mind off of whatever caused her  to drink.
"Yes, Miss Crofte, how are you? I haven't seen you sin the other sun, at the Coffer and Coffin." The slight twangs of the Garlean accent hopefully being covered up with the Ishgardian one. Crofte had never questioned him on it, and he hoped it'd stay that way.
Looking at the other Highlander, "Berrod, right? I think I've seen you at the Grindstone. How'd you lose this past week?"
Deflecting the conversation could also work. Maybe a series of disconnected conversations would get Croftes mind off of whatever caused her  to drink.
