Well met, Master Bjurstrom. It is an honour to meet you.

[ Official or unofficial leader, Felix Bjurstrom has shown himself to be a figure worthwhile to speak with, and Alphinaud is glad for the opportunity. ]

Thirty years ... that's a fair bit of a lifetime. [ Especially for the sixteen year old. ] And your daughter ... she's from here, then?

[ It implies that he's settled here, made a life for himself, and whatever world he might have come from had been left behind. Happily so, from the sounds of it, but it worries Alphinaud nevertheless.

He had always assumed that like his time on the First, he would always return to the Source. If his dear friend didn't arrive to accelerate the progress, he's certain he, Alisaie, and the Exarch would figure a way home. But if they never do ... if days turn into years ... decades ... what would happen then?

He consciously pushes his grim thoughts aside for later; he'll have to share this information the moment he finds the others. ]

Well, the posters are effective enough — they certainly garnered my interest.