Would he even be Estinien if not for that near-present scowl? Still, Ysayle feels as if she has missed much, and much of that far more important than her own story -- of which he knows all of anyway.

"I think it may surprise you, Dragoon, if thou did decide to try." Yet how would she fair then, once the fight was over? It was not something she had 'er thought much of, if at all. There was only the goal of peace, never the thing itself.

She gestures him forward, although her eyes catch on his features, his hair. It is still surprising, and though part of her is loathe to say it, it would make him pretty by most accounts.

How odd.

"I have many, but needs must means I have but one of import. Is it just we two, or are there others?"