The Azim Steppe, wild, savage, born of burning fury, of passion, and belief. The land here was strange and vast, encompassing many varying forms. Desert and cliffs lay to the west, temperate -if barren- plains to the south and east, and jutting mountains surrounding all.

Charibert sighs, turning his gaze to the Heavens and regarding her blazing stars. The warmth of the day sun was retreating and a chill setting in. It soothed the mind and soul.

He does not remember getting drunk. He also does not remember his night terrors physically manifesting in the waking world under these circumstances- His hands are still, his breath blessedly steady. Zephirin is double-checking these facts because there should be no other reason as to why he would be facing a man who looks perfectly identical to himself in broad daylight. Other thoughts flicker through, each more nonsensical than the rest- A spectre from his past, present, future, come to haunt him like that one story of Starlight? Divine judgement? Secret evil twin? Or is he the evil one? If only he knew.

As it stands, he does not, so he finds no other recourse but to stare, look him- himself?- up and down, and ask:

“Do I know you?”

Emmanellain looked up to see Zephirin standing there as he and several others were covered in quite a bit of snow. Though he got to his feet, he had nearly slipped backwards once more, due to the snow under him. 

Emmanellain looked at the knight and sighed. 

"This dish is called Sheppard's Pie, its of Hyuran origin if I'm not mistaken. Whoever thought to marry meat and vegetables with sumptuous gravy and top it with mashed popoto and cheese is a saint in my book." He teases with a warm smile.

The mage looks up from his half-empty drink to offer his former commander a small smile. "I suppose I'm as well as one might expect given the situation."

He lifts the cup and stares into the liquid for a moment with a lost look on his face. "For all it's worth, I've nearly reclaimed all of my lost strength. Though it avails me naught." He takes another drink and washes it down with a weary sigh.