Fjord, after several moments of solitude and contemplation, rises up to his feet in one precise, swift jolt, sending the currents of electricity scattering across the atmosphere. Sighing to himself, he makes his way towards the Feast, but not before bowing out of courtesy towards the Monk of Flames.
On his approach, he notices several familiar faces, especially those of the Duelists he had watched several days prior. Dusting himself off and adjusting his collar, he makes a brisk march towards Bonez, studying him with penetrating eyes.
"Ah, it would be of little truth to say that I was not expecting you here. We have met previous to this occasion, and whilst you may find yourself in a rather... turbulent, situation, I hope that you can find hospitality even amongst this crowd of people."
Fjord pauses for a moment, before placing his hand on his waist, bowing to the General, doffing his cap to him.
"I should introduce myself once more out of courtesy. You can simply call me Fjord, as it is the only name I really ever go by. What brings you here? Official business, or personal curiosity?"