Freya Crescent
"I'm on my way to Burmecia. Thought you'd be there. So the better question is, why are you not there?"
"I'm on my way to Cleyra with a portion of the Burmecian Army to evacuate the citizens of Cleyra and rescue the Stadtholder. While we don't know what Oeilvert has planned, we know they might hold the lives of the citizens hostage to get what they want, or the life of the Stadtholder. Only once they're out of danger can we then proceed with the backing of Garnet and Cid to drive them out." Freya explained. Despite their checkered friendship, she knew she could trust him.
"Now a question for you. Why are you coming from Cleyra and why were you looking for me? As much as I'd like you to actually come and visit, I have a hunch it's not a cordial visit just to check in and see how I'm doing." Freya asked. She wasn't accusing him of anything, nor would her tone imply anything of the sort, but considering he had practically fallen off the face of the planet without so much as a Mognet letter, something had to be going on if he was here. "If you'd care to join me, we can talk on the way to my company over there." she replied, pointing her thumb at the moving caravan of stealth-black dressed forces and carriages. She'd wait for him to respond before she would start riding her way back to her marching army at a pace Amarant could easily keep up with.