Fisticuffs

16 Taurus

How does time fly! It seems only a few days ago when we rescued Marquis Elmdore from the Corpse Brigade! Though, it would be better suited to say that Wiegraf handed the Marquis over to us.

At the time I was tending to our wounded, aided by Greg. Even as a black mage he hadn’t forgotten how to administer concoctions, and he gladly healed the wounded. Ramza, Delita and Argath went into the hideout, and all I could hear were Argath’s shrieks over everything. At least, until Delita calmed him down. Then, to my surprise, a voice I could only accredit to Wiegraf told them that the Marquis was free to leave.

It has been a while since that day. If that fight had taught us anything, it was that we still had a lot to learn. Now that the Marquis was free and we would set out to Eagrose yet again, we all agreed that we should take the long way around.

We had some goblins to slay.

The Siedge Weald

Back and forth we went, hurling sticks and stones at the goblins and bombs and the wild chocobos. The days went by as we hopped from city to city. Dorter to Gariland. We’d get to Eagrose Castle eventually, and then we’d wave Argath goodbye.

Carmen worked hard. She had her mind set on becoming a monk ever since she became enamoured with the job when we fought them in the Sand Rat’s Sietch. Steady as she was, she was tired of wielding a sword, she had told me once when we were camping out. It was dead weight. If only she could use her fists as weapons, she’d be much happier.

And she was.

Of course, the random battles would break out in the Siedge Weald. The memory of our previous adventures there had scarce escaped my mind. There were goblins galore, and now that Carmen had become a monk, she dove into the fight with fervour! We tried to stop her, hoping the goblins would not have noticed us, but perhaps Carmen using the dead goblin’s arms for drums was a little hard to embellish.

Fine, another fight then. Sure, we were strong enough this time, but walking for days, all we really wanted was to just get to Eagrose and get on with it. Most of all, I aspired to kick Argath out the door. Any more days within eyesight of that slime and even this life-giving, peace-loving white mage may find another use for her staff on him. I hear oak is quite the solid wood, and it can hit hard as well.

I am Bathsua, salty white mage extraordinaire, and these are my memoirs.