"What is good is often forgotten, what is bad is often hidden." he whispered to himself, quoting the Enchiridion. He turned to the Miqo'te as they moved through the sky, all but startled from his thoughts. He thought carefully before speaking, "We will find safety for us there, Ishgard is not a member of the Alliance so it will make it hard to be track." He moved to the table in the back of the cabin and motioned to Mikh'a to follow. He undid his hair and then did something unexpected. He removed his right eye. The eye sported a scar but few knew or noticed the eye was false. A masterpiece of alchemic and goldsmith design. The aether shard of ice was the finishing touch to it, attuning to Erik's natural affinity for ice aether. It locked the artificial piece into his life force, much more lifelike then an ordinary false eye. He handed the eye to Mikh'a. "Keep this with you. Where we need to go I cannot have it with me."
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