Now that he's got a better view of him, Sylvain furrows his brows. Not that Ashe can see it past the wolf-like helm that adorns him, and Sylvain's perhaps grateful for that. Ashe's attire is mostly foreign to him, but many parts of it remind him of an old order of knights he was never particularly fond of. There's an unpleasant frown at the thought.

"I'd say good to meet you, Ashe, but you're dressed like a man of Drakeblood. Considering that order has been long dead for ages, I suppose I shouldn't assume." Sylvain tilts his head, and sets a hand on his hip while looking Ashe over.

"How in the hell did you even get up here? This mountain certainly isn't easy to scale. Or the barrier."