Pirate's Log 19 - Fate's game

[piratetheskies]

There's something to be said of the amount of royalty arriving lately.

Better yet, it's amazing how easily one falls into a pattern of comfort in this city.

Now would be the calm before yet another storm.

And how long until that arrives, I wonder? A week? Two? Doesn't seem to last very long at any rate

Comments

[youthfulemporer]

You have been here long, Balthier?

[piratetheskies]

Too long.

Nasty business, this city. Would rather end it now than wait for the next storm. It's likely to be worse than the last.

[youthfulemporer]

Worse?

Are you still speaking of the memory loss that Lady Ashe encountered?

[piratetheskies]

And myself. Her highness had me convinced I knew of a fellow called Sephiroth, but that's neither here nor there.

Memory loss is tame compared to the devilish tricks this city has pulled before.

I'm not a fan of things that I can't understand.

[duskqueen]

Then we go tomorrow.

[piratetheskies]

Tomorrow it is, then.

[duskqueen]

Be prepared.

[piratetheskies]

I would go no less.

Are you prepared, is a better question to ask.

[tickinglight]

Huh? Is something wrong?

[piratetheskies]

Oh, nothing beyond the usual of being in a city quite arguably in a dimension entirely separate from your own.

[tickinglight]

Really? Is it that bad for you?

[piratetheskies]

Unfit for any leading man, I should say.

[resemblegod]

Comfort is a state best earned when you work to achieve it, hm?

[piratetheskies]

Heh, I'd much rather the comfort of the Strahl than this place with its constant thorns in my side.

[resemblegod]

Perhaps they're to your advantage- ah, something to keep you alert, I would think.

[piratetheskies]

Caution well-founded, and just as well wasted.

This city is no different from the Occuria. I'd rather find a weakness in its plot quickly.