Noah listened to her speak, his gaze swapping between where they were walking to her face and back. "I see. Then, perhaps, we are much like these Turks, yet I would consider myself more of a member of an army, rather than a bodyguard." Listening to her speak of the plate that separated the land she lived in, Gabranth gave a slight nod. "'Tis a familiar tale. The land of Archades, of where I hail in Ivalice; there is the grand city for gentry and nobles then a less fortunate area; the sewer of Archadia, Old Archades."