He had naught to say at all, actually. His spectre was silent as the grave.

[But Aymeric had years of experience reading the nigh-impenetrable expressions of the Ishgardian elite, never mind all the times he had studied Thordan's own face. There had once been the hope of understanding the man, of coming to grips with his history and intentions. And while his efforts had borne precious little fruit then, it'd given him a foothold today.

Disappointment and disproval had lingered in those pale eyes. Only to be expected, all things considered. And perhaps not the worst thing, considering the man Thordan was.]

He gave a fair few of our companions a fright.