Felix Caelus

"Robes aren't that restrictive, you know. For clothing." Felix is heedless of the odd chuckle himself. He knows well enough that after a few hours watching the road, a guardsman takes any scrap of amusement or oddity that comes his way. Quirky pilgrims are probably as good as it gets on most days.

He has to think about Alex's question to understand it. "Well, this one's meant to be hard to attack. Plenty of corners to get trapped in and vantage points they can shoot from, you see? But most roads wind a bit. Especially in provinces like this."

...Not that there are many official provinces left now. But he wasn't raised to think like that.