Foulques was somewhat surprised to see a face that was familiar, despite its owner not having been to the Isle before. "It seems we meet properly at last," he said as he approached. And indeed, Ian would likely recognize him from the strange dreamworld they'd both been subjected to some time ago. The Elezen was somewhat scruffier looking, his hair a bit longer, and was rather more imposing wearing armor and a spear than he had been in the attire of a prisoner, but he was undoubtedly the same person.

"I neglected to introduce myself when we met in that strange dream world," he said once he was within conversational distance, and gave a polite nod. "I am Foulques of the Mist. And you?"