Dining partners… The ideal professor… Sturdy weapons…
This person… his speech mannerisms are rather unique! The man's cadence is an elegant stream, flowing smoothly until one particular word ticks. Like a sozu at certain capacity, the man's tone fluctuates sharply, a heightened emphasis upon a specific word, before his voice trickles back down to a graceful flow. How interesting.
"I find Fodlan's social customs rather curious…" Tsubaki hums, fingers laced upon his lap. "I've yet to acquaint myself with the neighboring village, admittedly. Still, many of our fellow professors have enthusiastically invited me to certain taverns… How about you?"
He gestures to Zelkov with a smile.
"Do you frequent the taverns here, too?"
perfect tea time! || not accepting
The red-headed, fair-skinned man is handsome. He carries himself with a practiced poise - he must be constantly aware of his appearance. He's well-groomed and well-dressed, for his presumed status, and he carries a half smile that speaks of a friendly demeanor that is not condescending.
He is crafted from the ground up to model perfection. There are few chinks in the visage. The way his arms shift - lance wielder - but no footman. He does not walk with the heaviness of one with armored boots like those that need to be pulled from dust and mud. He is airy. A sky knight of some sort, Zelkov surmises, which means that he's accustomed to following cues from a mount. Easy to ambush on foot. All Zelkov would need to do is -
He speaks. He emphasizes a word, as though he means to imply a deeper meaning. The difference is a canyon between the two. He is foreign. He is looking down on Fódlan culture. He is busy. He doesn't get out to the neighboring village. He's been invited to the taverns that give discounts to knights. Is he a knight? He is asking if Zelkov is a knight.
Zelkov is not offended. “Are you attempting to endear yourself to me by copying my manner of speaking?” he asks. “I do not think you understand the weight I put behind every chosen word.”















