Balthier continued walking along with the mixed crowds towards the Ducal Palace, he didn't know for certain that was where Lethodus would be, but he guessed that given the potential severity of the letter's contents the Knight had provided to him, it would behoove the former Knight to have at least privately informed the Duke and Duchess of the situation. Nobles tended to get infuriated when they're left out of the loop on information that could put their stations into jeopardy if left alone . . . Unless they perhaps were somehow involved? No, Balthier put such thoughts out of his mind, his experiences at the Monastery shouldn't cloud his judgement here. He had no reason to back such suspicions right now, and so they may as well just be left alone.

After passing through several bustling blocks of the city, he was just across the street from the Palace, an impressive testament to modern architecture and a reflection of the power of Isamanca as a city with all of its fine marble and classically inspired architecture hearkened back to earlier more romantic periods with a dash of modern style and flair. Balthier loved this city, and it was a shame he was here mostly on business rather than pleasure.

He looked up and down the street by the front gates, coming down from the northern intersection. It didn't take him long to spot Lethodus standing near the entrance to the grounds. The former Knight might not be openly wearing his armour, but the signature black leather coat and brass pin of the Order which likely covered any armour he was wearing, and just the way he was built, revealed his identity to Balthier relatively quickly. He exhaled slowly and heavily as he started to walk over. He and Lethodus hadn't had the best relations, their peoples' own troubled relationship had carried over into a mutual distaste for one another for different reasons. He respected the Knight's capabilities, and for the most part had simply deigned to avoid him for most of his work just to avoid potential issues. Though in the case, urgency to collaborate trumped personal vendettas or prejudices.

All the same, he smirked under his hat, he couldn't wait to see the look on Lethodus' face when he revealed the contents of his own letter from the House of Fire, but he'd have to wait until any others arrived before getting to that business. Professionally embarrassing rivals was always more enjoyable in front of a crowd of peers, and pragmatically, Balthier doubted that the Hunter-General would have only sent him and Lethodus to deal with this.

As he crossed the street, he waved casually and slowly to Lethodus as he walked towards him, hoping to get his attention since he wasn't strictly wearing the Order uniform in its standard fashion.