"I confess that your name and general description are unfamiliar to me as well. There are few viera who make their way to Eorzea and remain long enough to learn a paladin's arts." Not that they have spent much time in Eorzea of late, but there are some races that simply do not pass without remark, as they know well. Any Garlean expatriate outside the protective uniform of the Garlond Ironworks bears the same scrutiny of rumors and talk.

"Infix gradus," they correct, but with the air of someone who didn't expect him to actually know the term. It's rare for even people outside of the homeland but under Garlemald's banner to know it. "But you are broadly correct, though I would not say our relationship is not so much estranged as it is complicated." Their tone turns a touch wistful. "To the Garlean Empire, I say good riddance and may you go down in history with little remark and no mourners, but Garlemald the land and the people shall always be the home held dear in my heart."