OoC @Nile: Sure do.
Balthier briefly waved to Bullet when she left, then once more looked at the sky. I wonder... will I ever look back myself? Perhaps... when I return to Ivalice. Hearing Rozalin, Balthier turned around. "We'll depart when we have some clue of where to go."
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Edgar had spent most of the day guiding his subjects as they stocked up on provisions from the world from whence they came and loading crate upon crate of the said provisions into the cargo hold of the ship. "I think that will be enough." After instructing his councelor to look after Castle Figaro in his absence, Edgar boarded the Emily himself.
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Ba'Gamnan and Gijuk sat in the sand, having completely lost their way after feeling from their failed attempt on Balthier's life. "Brother. We've been out here without a scrap to eat nor a drop to drink fer days now!" Gijuk lamented. Ba'Gamnan did not take the concerns of his brother well. He hissed an anger, grabbed his weapon, holding it to Gijuk's throat. "There won't be any complainin' from ye. I had to waste a High Potion on yer sorry hide!" he snarled. "Calm yerself, brother!"
Ba'Gamnan scoffed and stood up, then began walking in a random direction. "Bah! Moi fury will go to Balthier once I get me claws on him." Gijuk stood up also and followed his elder brother. "Where are we even suposed to look? He could be anywhere. Plus, every damn dune looks the same! We don't even know where we are." "We're Bangaa! The desert is where we are at our best. Now stop yer endless complainin', or I'll carve that potion out of yer gut!"
