[ Ramza gives the slightest of smiles, now they can look straight at each other. His lips tremble the smallest bit - so they both gave for dear people. ]
Perhaps I shall share the tale later - for it is quite complicated. [ He shakes his head. He's thought quite a bit how to explain it to those of his land, but he is still unsure. A knight is not to be unsure. However, he makes sure to keep eye contact. ]
'Tis no fault of yours, Sir. War brings out the worst of men - poisons and demons both, I'm afraid to say. [ He tries to give a small chuckle, but he is not able to keep that up. ] But Ishgard is the name of your land? We do not carry any Elezen - only us Humans... there are legends of other races, but none with pointy ears like that. [ well, legends and learning from balthier ]
Though 'twould be interesting to see our nations meet. If the men of Ishgard are as friendly and strong as you, then I'm sure... well, I'm sure another war would not break out.
[ That is, if those of Ivalice were alive. If they were aware - if it was not just a story he went though over and over. There's no point telling him yet.
However, he raises an eyebrow. ]
Conjury? Ah... no, I've not heard of that class of Magick. But I know some White Magick - I am quite sure that you can learn it. Though - you've lost your blade as well?
[ ...There's a slight pause. ]
Perhaps we should find a place we can sit and talk? 'Tis a little awkward, our sizes.