[A hyuran man. Yes. She would agree with that. Stubble upon his chin. No, that's not quite so. A shorter beard, she supposes. Shorter hair. A little unkempt? When she's really thinking about it, the details aren't coming to her clearly, but she knows if she saw him again, she would know him right away.

She wonders just... how many Warriors of Light there must be. And how many versions there are of her out in the world. If all of them have met the same end that she had. She can only shake her head, once more drowned under the weight of questions with which she has no answers.]

I am not easily changed. [Which he knows, probably more than most others would. When Ysayle makes a decision, she follows it, even to the most extreme of places. Maybe it would be more accurate to call her 'unwise.' Filled with foolish hope, more or less.]

I have agreed to travel paces along you and the others. You may tell me what you know of. It seems there is... much I am unaware of.