"Let us spare one another the formalities. We are to bare our necks to danger. Surely it will not do to act a stranger if I am to entrust my fate to you?" Spoke the Viera donning silk of Nagxian origin. In a merry band of Hyurans, Auri and Roegadyns, the woman sticks out like a sore thumb, as though she did not belong in their fold. Regardless, she fashioned herself in the same manner as them and remained by their side for she believed it is where she must be. Truth be told, she would've chosen to remain at the port and let the Nagxians themselves decide if it's a cause worthy of offering their lives towards. However, there had been telltales of Dalmasca's involvement, or at least what remained of its people and the land.
There was simply no passing over the opportunity. If she could have but at least a single glimpse of her sisters, she could not afford to stand idly by. Her eyes wandered about before they returned to representative of the Eorzean Alliance. "I already know who you are. You need not say, but you're welcome to it." Warrior of Light. That the other Alliance leaders would bring them here is a cause for comfort. However, they're not out of the woods yet. "You understand you were brought here so that you may fight the war of the Bozjan Resistance. It's not your battle to win. Let it not be said that the Nagxian Resistance isn't grateful for your presence. Ah, my manners. You may call me... Hellawes."