Ingus' hat hung from a bedpost of the bed that he'd claimed for himself, though he hadn't set many more of his few belongings upon it. It had been possible that his new housemate had a distinct preference for one bed or the other, after all, but it didn't seem as if that would be a concern. As he saw Zidane settle in, he began placing his own belongings somewhat more securely into place.

"A theater troupe? I have seen a few performances, but not a great many, I admit. It must be a rather different lifestyle." What performances he'd seen had been done when the troupes were summoned to perform for the King and Princess Sara - afterward he hadn't had much time for it, though there had been the occasional firelit performance of music when one or another of them had been in the Bard Job.

"I was awakened by Aria," he said, nodding to his own moogle where she was making a nest next to his pillow. "However, the Warrior of Light- pardon, it is Hero of Light here. That title and quest is one of the few things that does not feel strange. I and my companions we're known as such back upon our world, as we had been chosen by the four elemental crystals to bring back the balance to our world."