He shrugs slightly - he just knows it's an important part of Garlean names. He never asked anyone what they mean, just kind of figured it out roughly. "As for myself, I followed the Warrior of Light when they were in the Wood again for a mission. I watched from afar as they dealt with some nasty business and found my own way to Eorzea. They are a paladin as well, so I've taken up this as well as conjury to help keep them safe. But none of the others from here remember them - they have others who were in this role."

Which is distressing enough, thank you very much. "As for the Empire, that we can agree upon. The people..." His gaze flicks away and he takes a deep breath. "I know most of them are largely free of blame. But I've had people cast doubt and question the traditions my own people hold dear. It's not quite the same, I know." This isn't a pity party and he doesn't want to make it one.

Speaking of which... "We've not found food in this place yet, but I imagine you might like to leave this room nonetheless. I can't imagine it to be quite comfortable." Every instinct in him is telling him to not turn his back to them, but he ignores it and does so, opening the door for them and stepping out first.