On a planet far from society, Argenti rests for just a moment. Who knew any planet could be like this? A field of roses, the galaxy shimmering with purples and blues above... it almost made him wonder if this was part of 'Beauty', Idrila themselves. A gentle sigh leaves him as he considers his oaths again. The path of beauty... it almost made him wonder why combat was always the path, no matter the Aeon. Was combat really still the only care for this world? Nonetheless, his hand quickly goes to his spear as someone approaches. The tension barely falls as he recognizes you from a few journeys on the Astral Express.

Argenti: "Ah, hello there. You're awfully far out, aren't you? Shall I guide you back or did you meet me out here for a reason?" He asks, his voice gentle. He didn't like this situation, but he wouldn't be rash without reason.