( Adelard places one gloved hand in the other. so he is intruding. he supposes he won't press long. )
'Tis a lovely sight... ( a tip of his head: ) But I am hardly partial.
( Adelard's smile remains playful; the set of his eyes, what many call kind. in a few steps, boot audible against stone, he joins McGillis on the man's left: Adelard, ever leading with his right. an artful curtain of hair conceals the reason, long and ugly on the left side of his face, but even the gentlest wind will surely grant glimpses of the scar. that the elezen is half a head shorter grants him even less favor in that regard. Adelard's eyes fix on Ishgard. )
If you have cause to go as far as Providence Point— ( that is, the area north of Dragonhead ) —you can see all of Ishgard and the Steps of Faith. At night, even the tallest spires glow with lantern light... The Holy See shines as though a beacon. ( he may not enjoy the Coerthan winter, but the love for his nation is plain; his voice, warm; the pitch, high.
his gaze turns to McGillis. ) I am glad at least someone does not mind the weather. I fear our companions from the south will freeze to death in the night.
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'Tis a lovely sight... ( a tip of his head: ) But I am hardly partial.
( Adelard's smile remains playful; the set of his eyes, what many call kind. in a few steps, boot audible against stone, he joins McGillis on the man's left: Adelard, ever leading with his right. an artful curtain of hair conceals the reason, long and ugly on the left side of his face, but even the gentlest wind will surely grant glimpses of the scar. that the elezen is half a head shorter grants him even less favor in that regard. Adelard's eyes fix on Ishgard. )
If you have cause to go as far as Providence Point— ( that is, the area north of Dragonhead ) —you can see all of Ishgard and the Steps of Faith. At night, even the tallest spires glow with lantern light... The Holy See shines as though a beacon. ( he may not enjoy the Coerthan winter, but the love for his nation is plain; his voice, warm; the pitch, high.
his gaze turns to McGillis. ) I am glad at least someone does not mind the weather. I fear our companions from the south will freeze to death in the night.
( at least one Ul'dahn has complained so. )