Foulques gave an amused smirk for a moment before it shifted to a more thoughtful expression. "Tis strange to think that I shall never get the chance to see it for myself now," he said. "Or that I shall never again truly stand beneath the boughs of a sky pillar, enjoy a cup of mead at Buscarron's Druthers, or any of a thousand-thousand other things that can only be done in Eorzea. But there is less sorrow in the thought than there perhaps should be. My home it may have been, but it gave me little reason to love it."