Celaya was dressed in literal full plate, dragging her shield around on her arm and her longsword positioned on her back - she wasn't sure what aura she gave off, but the witcher was confident it wasn't one of wealth and self importance. "I don't really have any money," it fell out of her mouth before she could flavor it or take it back and Celaya blinked at her own statement for she could not lie either. "I think I was trying to say that I'm not really romanticized by all these distractions." He didn't seem to know deeply about the ins and outs of Progress Day but still Celaya threw this tidbit in, "I was invited onto Damodred's Delight and I've no idea why." From context clues it was noted that it was an exclusive trip meant to guide Eterna's most prominent members of the community around the Queenset Isles, offering a firsthand look at the greatest innovations and Celaya was confident she did not fit such billing.
She's speaking and he should feel guiltier for only half listening, one hand feeding Vee a blueberry from his pocket again as he properly assess her. He sees all sorts of people in the city, it's a hub for a reason, tons of people coming and going or just passing through on their way to go do something grand. And Thalindor likes these people on account of usually they're armed to the teeth and that's an easy enough conversation starter. The armor she wore was well made, there was age to the shield, the hilt of the sword strapped to her back. "Then I'm sure those aboard the Damodred's Delight will be in your good company." It is a compliment said too casually, he thinks she's one of the most interesting mortals he's met thus far and his brow is somewhat furrowed as he catches a glimpse of the guard of her sword. "Is that Iskaran?"














