[ Aymeric is equally mystified as he follows his old friend's finger towards the sign in question. Certainly the product of some level of sorcery. He may even assume it were magitek at work as the whole city seems to be running on some sort of fuel that he's never seen nor heard of before. The experience itself has been quite overwhelming to take in, though he's managing to keep his calm in comparison to Estinien's usual surliness, more than likely exacerbated by their present circumstances. ]

Nothing to be alarmed by, I am certain. Or if so, it remains dormant for all that I have been observing of it.

[ He's more worried about those stirring around them, the images of those prostrated on the ground and humiliated for the pleasure of others, the distinct abuse of classism promoted by this society. Even the upper echelons of Ishgard hadn't been so bold as to treat their servants as little more than furniture. What this is borders on slavery and even cruelty, a fact that is leaving him more uncomfortable by the second. ]

I find myself troubled by other matters. Certainly you have heard of the circumstances which lead to our transfer here?

[ His eyes slide towards Estinien, trusting him to be on the same page in regards to what he's asking. He's still struggling to make sense as to why and how this city has chosen to operate in this matter. ]