"Nothing particular. Actually, things are rather a lot better than they had been, Cid." As he began to walk about the town, Balthier kept a watchful eye on the older man. He knew Cid must've taken a beating thanks to the band of merry men who came to defeat him, and while he wasn't going to verbally harrass him again, he was planning on keeping his eye on him.

A slight laugh escaped as Cid suggested entering the manor. "I beg to differ. Vayne and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye. Something about men of honour and filthy trinkets called nethecite," he muttered dryly, his arms crossing tight over his chest.

"No, I think I'd rather stay outside, just out of the Empire's grasp, thank you."