Felih wrinkles his nose a bit at him, glancing over his clothing. "It's certainly unique. Not like any fashions I have seen in Eorzea, at least. Which only has me continuing to thing you're one very lost traveler," he hums a little, shooting him a grin over his shoulder. "Ah, there's the Forgotten Springs."

Up ahead in the distance, a settlement can be seen in an oasis- and in the center of which, is a massive, floating and spinning column of crystal wrapped in golden rings. "That's the aetheryte up ahead, makes it easy to spot. We'll get you some food- er. That is, if dead men eat. Do you even need water?"

He's trying not to show how uncomfortable he actually is- most times he's dealt with undead, things usually go south. Not every time, of course, but still, it has him... wondering, how one can walk and talk while being so clearly dead.

And why some men died and others did not.