He'd give the truth, albeit, without some of the finer details. Both had asked why he came to Ul'dah, it must not have been an avoidable question.
"Out of all the cities I've acquainted myself with, Ul'dah seems to be the best match for me." It's full of work for a mercenary, even with an Adventurer's Guild. And previously for another, the Alchemist's Guild and plenty of Allagan ruins to study.
"I can't call the strict and isolated Ishgard a home." Neither could Frhanz Kirche, a Duskwight who's memories and experienced had been echoed upon the Garlean in hiding. Frhanz had left Ishgard to get away from the strict lifestyle while their gates had still been open. Many traits of Frhanz had carried over to the man, such as the Ishgardian, some of his habits, and of course, his given name. Franz could never divulge that to people who didn't already know, however.
"The forest around Gridania would probably try to eat me." While a small trip into the Shroud may be fine. Or going straight to Frhanz's cottage, he felt uncomfortable in the presence of all the elementals. It was as if they knew his secret. And worse, what he was, what he had been, and what he was now.
"And Limsa Lominsa just isn't the place for me. Can't say I've ever been to the city itself." Technically truth. The man sitting before them had never stepped into La Noscea. At least, not that he would have remembered.
Naturally, the gloam around Mor'Dhona gave most people aethersickness. Many would not choose to live there, so he could omit it. And of course, it wasn't as if he could tell these people he was a Garlean. Thrown out of Garlemald proper, as a failed experiment. One could say he finally had a handle on his life, due to some recent events, and he planned to keep it that way.
"I may have only been here a few moons, but there are still many things I don't know, including the people." He gave a friendly smile to Erik and Yangh. Hopefully thy'd believe him.
"Out of all the cities I've acquainted myself with, Ul'dah seems to be the best match for me." It's full of work for a mercenary, even with an Adventurer's Guild. And previously for another, the Alchemist's Guild and plenty of Allagan ruins to study.
"I can't call the strict and isolated Ishgard a home." Neither could Frhanz Kirche, a Duskwight who's memories and experienced had been echoed upon the Garlean in hiding. Frhanz had left Ishgard to get away from the strict lifestyle while their gates had still been open. Many traits of Frhanz had carried over to the man, such as the Ishgardian, some of his habits, and of course, his given name. Franz could never divulge that to people who didn't already know, however.
"The forest around Gridania would probably try to eat me." While a small trip into the Shroud may be fine. Or going straight to Frhanz's cottage, he felt uncomfortable in the presence of all the elementals. It was as if they knew his secret. And worse, what he was, what he had been, and what he was now.
"And Limsa Lominsa just isn't the place for me. Can't say I've ever been to the city itself." Technically truth. The man sitting before them had never stepped into La Noscea. At least, not that he would have remembered.
Naturally, the gloam around Mor'Dhona gave most people aethersickness. Many would not choose to live there, so he could omit it. And of course, it wasn't as if he could tell these people he was a Garlean. Thrown out of Garlemald proper, as a failed experiment. One could say he finally had a handle on his life, due to some recent events, and he planned to keep it that way.
"I may have only been here a few moons, but there are still many things I don't know, including the people." He gave a friendly smile to Erik and Yangh. Hopefully thy'd believe him.
