It isn't the market square that draws Sephiroth to Nocwich, though the sights and wares on display are always of dim interest. No, when there is an influx of new Summoned, he makes a point to visit, even if only briefly. The smallest chance that he might meet someone from his Planet remains a long shot, but the odds have played out in his favor at least once before. Back then, he found a Turk. Now?

He finds a Turk.

He's almost certain of it. He strides forward, silver hair a curtain behind him in his haste, lips thinning in consternation. And then, the inevitable announcement of his presence.

"Rude."

Time to gauge his reaction, too.