A hint of surprise washes over Cidolfus once his gaze rests upon Vayne. Gone were the illustrious robes of House Soldior replaced by cotton woven garbs that look suspiciously Dalmascan by design. The man before him barely looks like he bears any relationship to the late Emperor Gramis despite being his son.

Curiously cocking up his brow, the good doctor makes his way towards Vayne with a slight smile upon his lips. "Taking advantage of the elongated daylight, I see." Cidolfus remarks with a chuckle. "That's good, that's good! I had feared that my summons to Balfonheim wouldn't sit to well with you." Cid's smile dims a little but only by a notch. He's in good spirits despite the gravity of their plight. After all, there's a whole slew of people who would love to see them dead.

"Now tell me, is the tea here as horrid as I fear it to be?"