Ah. [He hums, trying to parse together what is not being said. Of course, they were marching on Embarr, it was the last stronghold of the Empire...though, hadn't Sylvain left to defend Gautier territory shortly after Merceus...?]

I'm also campaigning for a march on Embarr, though you seem to be eluding to something that I've yet to understand.

[It's a riddle, and as much as they usual excite and frustrate him in equal measures, at the moment frustration is winning out. Maybe it's the fact that he's drenched, cold, and in a completely unknown place against his will.

He falls into step just behind Sylvain, waiting for an elaboration.]