Ansbach hummed softly to himself as he stood only a few feet away from the site of one of Miquella's Crosses, the strange golden shape raising from the ground being the object of his interest. His eyes lingered on the Cross for a few moments longer before he simply let out a soft sigh and turned his head to look away from it, holding his hands together behind his back. His eyes glanced over towards the area not too far from himself, his gaze settling on the familiar sight of Moore, the heavy-armored fellow practically in his own world, prompting Ansbach to let out a little huff of amusement just at the sight.

The sound of footsteps pulled Ansbach from that little moment of his own humor, his head turning to look at you after a few moments. "Hm-?"