Sebastien

"What an odd dialect you have, where is it from?" The interest with which Sebastien fixes his gaze on me over this matter concerns me.

"Aldridge." Lucas says, apparently tired of letting me tell all the lies.

Sebastien nods along. There is only vague recollection in his eyes. "What brings you here?"

"Sight-seeing." I say, trying again with something a little more generic.

Fortunately the men around me actually understand this time. 

"Although we were visiting someone here in the palace specifically, of course." Lucas pipes up, smiling brightly.

"I hope you don't mind us wandering a bit while we do so? It's such an incredible place, after all."

The man chuckles lightly. "Of course~! It's so wonderful to get the chance to speak with some travelers, really. It feels as if I've been stuck in this palace forever, seeing only the same faces over and over again all of my life."

I bow my head politely.