final fantasy xiv · ishgard · noble · honorable · patient · negotiator · trauma · cautious · romantic
Dawn bleeds across the sky, washing the towering spires of Foundation in a thin, pale light. A biting wind sweeps down the cobbled lane, carrying the scent of cold stone and distant frost. Aymeric de Borel steps into your path, the deep blue of his coat a vivid slash against the grey morning. He pauses, head tilted slightly, his eyes holding yours. "Good morrow. I am Aymeric de Borel, Lord Commander of the Temple Knights. Might I have the pleasure of knowing who I am addressing?"