Seymour had arrived earlier that morning - much earlier - and had personally overseen the removal of the poison from the air. However, being the only active Maester currently involved in the defense of Spira, he felt it was his obligation to speak with the victims; perhaps to provide them with closure. He hated the idea of speaking with these weaklings, but it was his duty to provide moral support. Therefore Seymour, clad in extravagant Maester robes inlaid with Guado runes, dismissed his Guado Guardians and arrived at the makeshift hospitals... a little too late.

They were mostly torn down at this point, which caused Seymour to hold back a sigh of relief. As the half-human made his way into the tents, several people bowed out of respect for their theocratic leader, with Seymour showing them no acknowledgment. He occasionally stopped to speak with the victims, though most of them were on their way to recovery. That was when Seymour's amber eyes fell upon a young girl, who was clearly not a local. In fact... she didn't even appear as if she was from Spira. Seymour approached her slowly, his Maester's robes dragging on the ground behind him, looking down on the much shorter girl. He was not about to question her out of xenophobia, but simply because in times like this, it was not possible to trust outsiders without meeting them first.

"You are not from Spira," he stated, his long strand of blue hair covering one of his eyes. "May I ask where you are from, and of your interests in Luca?"