Lucien could only sigh and roll his dark red eyes, one of the marks of his race, the other two being the greyish white hair he kept short and spiked as well as his bronzed skin tone.  As he leaned back in his seat, allowing his legs to stretch out to his full 6ft height, his skin-tight blue and grey uniform stretched over his lean musculature.  Though the Sheikah were known to be scholars and warriors, most considered Sheikah fighters to be of the stealthy assassin variety, hiding in shadows with weapons concealed for the ideal moment to strike.  Lucien, however, was not an assassin, but a protector.  As such, he wore his weapons out in the open in an effort to deter any potential threats to Princess Zelda before they became actual threats.  A pair of thin short swords were sheathed at his back as well as several throwing knives along his thighs and torso.  Another long knife was attached to his belt at the small of his back along with several pouches running across his waist.  He wore no armor that might inhibit his movement save for his legs and arms, upon which he wore a set of steel and bronze plated boots and articulated gauntlets.  The gauntlets were of a particular design that they could extend and retract his only hidden weapons, a set of claw blades in his right gauntlet and a stiletto that sprang from the underside of his left.  Needless to say, he often drew a great many stares and it was no exception here.<br/><br/><br/>“It's not that I don't want to go to Zora City.  I've quite fond the architecture, actually.  Just...far be it from me to deter you from your studies, my lady, but you’ve been following this boy's trail for weeks.  All on tales of a bit of foolish heroism and a fancy sword,” Lucien said,.  He knew he was treading on tenuous ground, but he could no longer hide his opinion, “This Triforce legend is lovely and all, but my people’s excavation of the Ancient Guardians is making real progress.  Don’t you think your efforts are better suited there?”