"So this is the famed Southern Isles. It's just as beautiful as the rumors say." Sebastian crosses the soft, white sand in tall, weathered boots that don't suit the warm air that lingers around, even now, in the 'cold' of winter. At least, what passes for cold this far South of the continent. A wry smile flickers onto his lips as he shakes his boot, somehow already full of sand. "Ever the warm welcome." He remarks sarcastically to himself. Sebastian leans down to unlace his boots before tossing them to one of his crewmates, and then throwing on a pair of sandals he prepared.
"Now then, to business." He dusts off his pantleg and raises an eyebrow towards the undoubtedly shocked looks on not only Leonidas, but his newly announced fiance in Elena's absence: you. It's been years since he'd seen you but nothing has changed-- Still his oldest friend, dearest penpal, the one promised to him years before any of this absolute shitshow of politics and pettiness began. His eyes glance towards Leonidas coolly, and he crosses his arms with a small smile.
"I came as soon as I heard a certain thieving Duke was trying to wed my betrothed." He laughs, but there's not a bit of humor in it, the sound is sharp as a knife. "But even a louse like you knows not to go that far, right...Leonidas?"
