The return to the surface was a quiet one--despite returning with an ally in tow the room he came back to had yet to be repopulated. It was a familiar sort of emptiness. Many nights were spent with naught but his own cloak, a spear, and his ghosts. At least this time he was properly boarded.
Before sitting down he went to the window by the canal; peering out. How familiar this skyline was and yet .... so blatantly alien. Water, grass, trees, similar enough. Buildings that didn’t make much sense to him, but were still functionally human, still inhabited with familiar vessels. Even with those he knew it wasn’t Quite Fodlan.
His gaze was skyward for a good few minutes, but he could hear some sort of noise that sounded close enough to wyvern calls that he thought it a trick of his mind. It was just a bitter memory trying to steep in. He was fine. Though, the noise persisted, as tricks of the mind would do, but it was coming from below, enough for him to glance downward in curiosity.
Hastily he opened the window and poked his head out. “Claude? Care to explain what’s there with you? ....And why you’re here at this hour, for that matter?”
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