The Marquis was just about to continue along his way until the girl questioned him about his accent. With a polite nod in confirmation, Ondore chose to answer the young woman's inquiry. "Aye. That I am. One of many who you and your people refer to as 'Sky People'. Although, such a title has stronger ties with the likes of I for I do hail from a continent that does travel across the skies of Ivalice." His smile widened for a moment as he regarded the youth.
Unlike many who do hail from Bhujerba, this young woman possessed dark features that are more common amongst Rozarrians. Her eyes were as dark as the darkest shadows of night and judging by the wisp of her bangs, her hair seemed just as dark. He couldn't make out her face well thanks to that hood she wore but she clearly wasn't of Dalmascan nor Archadian heritage.
“Tell me, young one…” His tone is forever polite and soothing. “Are you a native of Gaia?”
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Unlike many who do hail from Bhujerba, this young woman possessed dark features that are more common amongst Rozarrians. Her eyes were as dark as the darkest shadows of night and judging by the wisp of her bangs, her hair seemed just as dark. He couldn't make out her face well thanks to that hood she wore but she clearly wasn't of Dalmascan nor Archadian heritage.
“Tell me, young one…” His tone is forever polite and soothing. “Are you a native of Gaia?”