Whilst I trust your skills of diplomacy, there's a madness to her I cannot feign the thought you being able to get through to her.

[Estinien takes the glass of ale and takes a long drink. It's not quite the same as Ishgard's, but it certainly does the job. Placing it on the table's surface, he pauses a moment, before thoughtfully adding:]

For now we shall focus on appeasing her, 'til we can find a way back to Ishgard.