Indeed I have. I visit quite often to see a good friend. Someone has to make sure he doesn't find himself dead from overwork. One would think there's nothing of amusement to partake in with how he seems betrothed to his desk.

[Aymeric is a lovely man, both to know and to look at, but she's convinced that nothing less than a great wyrm still set on revenge knocking at his chamber door could pull him away from his paperwork these days.]

News? [Lysa shifts under the water a bit so she can stretch her long legs out, causing some ripples to form in the water. She's doubtful there's been any happenings that hasn't already made its way to the Scions, but that doesn't mean it's impossible.] What kind of news? None of the potential Ishgardian uprising sort, I hope.