[The request is fair enough, and so Estinien gladly removes his helmet to show his own piercing scowl. Steel blue eyes meet with Lutha's, his white locks frame his comically feminine features, but the hardness of his expression exonerates it of any assumed weakness that one might usually pair with features so fair.

He is not bothered by the scars that frame the others face. He had seen worse on the battle field, and he bears his own scars from battles long since past.]

Scant do I must needs repeat myself, I wager. Think what you will—Eorzea is not free of its own prejudices between the races—but if you think spewing such slander towards me and mine will aid you in aught at all, then I sorely suggest you take care in your words.