If Mikh'a knew what was going on with Kahn'a right now, so help him A'trus he would bite you so hard.
The tiny ginger considered for a moment what Erik had to tell them. Ulrich. They were to call him Ulrich, he was a mute, and Mikh'a would be his voice. So it came to pass he'd have to play the diplomat, and the poor little halfbreed was more than apprehensive about the path set for him. He had to laugh, however. "Your slave?" It was just a funny situation to him, that was all. It was better to have a light heart in this situation, that was for sure; as soon as they landed their daunting task would begin. "Zana'sae." he said finally. "I don't need a last name, it's not relevant. If I'm a slave my name would be my master's house." He was not so naive not to know this.
He gave Raimy a look however, one that was uncharacteristic coming from him to the Elezen. "Don't over think the task, don't fret about it, and don't act like you're going to fail. If you do, you will, and I have faith in you." Titor wasn't there to pick up Raimy's spirits and the task fell to him whether he liked it or not.
Looking back to Erik again he said, "I assume I should be vague but forceful when it comes to your needs with the instruments, the more important it seems with as little information put in to it as possible the more urgent the matter will come across." Sure he was young, but his time spent already in the company of the Red Wings had afforded him so much training, and he'd wizened up to the life he'd inserted himself in to over the last several months. He had a role to fill, and he was learning how to fill it as swiftly and efficiently as possible. If only the people that were working so hard to train him could see him now. ( LOOK AT HIM KEEPING HIS HEAD UNDER PRESSURE GUYS. LOOOOOOOK. )
"How long to Ishgard? I'm assuming Montblanc will be watching the ship for us? Or is he on his own mission?"
