[The Miqo'te makes a face around the mouthpiece of his pipe, before shaking his head, fragrant fogweed smoke trailing from his mouth.]

If they wanted a smooth talker to make that sort of peace, they would have asked Alphinaud rather than us. No, we fight and... fetch and carry. [Rhus is not his young and foolish but beloved Elezen friend-- he would never have been able to do that either. He's long gotten tired of playing the crowd-pleasure, the diplomat, having to watch what he says and exhaust his mind on honeyed words.

He's only fortunate that he's found people who don't mind how blunt he can become.

He might not like fetching and carrying but hells. Better than negotiating.]