14 Leo
Today, we met the most interesting figure as we strolled into the castle city of Zaland. Upon passing the city’s walls Agrias heard a commotion, and we all saw an oddly dressed man shouting at people on the other side, saying something about their master not getting the auracite if his father overcame any harm. I had no idea what had transpired, but the poor lad didn’t look like he could defend himself from whoever he was shouting at.
Luckily, Ramza could not stand idly by as the poor sod seemed in danger, so he decided we should protect him. We could always ask questions about his situation and his scrawny appearance later. Clad in my newest knight’s armour, I, alongside Ramza and Carmen in her geomancer garb, charged to take out the obvious wrongdoers.
Meanwhile, Greg ran to the lad’s side to offer succour and healing magic, and Agrias came to Carmen’s aid after the latter had quickly tangled up some annoying black mages and was chased onto the castle wall by some knight, who apparently wasn’t all that bad with geomancy either. What were the odds?
Zaland
Mustadio, his name is. Mustadio Bunansa. He was rather lucky to have come across us. We saved his life, he claimed humbly. The fact that he had a sort of projectile weapon that would have outdone any of our bows did nothing to suspect that he probably didn’t need our help as much as he – and we – thought he would. He showed us the pistol, and then he explained who the evildoers were. Henchmen for the Baert Trading Company, which turns out to be not the most pristine of trading companies. Slavery, drugs, it turns out Ludovich Baert was shy of none of it.
He is a machinist, he told us, from the clockwork city of Goug. Underneath the city are remnants of airships, Agrias knew, from the time of Saint Ajora. Since when do holy knights need to know such history?
Mustadio confirmed this and pleaded to take him with us to the cardinal. He alone would never hope to have an audience with him, but with us, he might. We’re escorting princess Ovelia! Agrias refused, and to be fair, she had the right of it. But the princess was more benevolent than that. She strolled in and agreed that Mustadio would join us.
Hello, princess, have you forgotten how we all trusted Gaff and he turned on us at the drop of a hat? Have you seen Mustadio’s pistol in action? Are you sure you want to let someone we don’t even know and doesn’t even want to tell us about that auracite thing I’ve clearly heard him mention before running along with us?! Do you have a death wish?
Oh well, at least the poor sod seemed to be sincere, as he couldn’t contain his appreciation. Time will tell, I suppose. At least now we were able to stroll around the Outfitters here, kit up and have some beer before we went off again.
I am Bathsua, saviour of machinists who really don’t need that much saving, and these are my memoirs.
Memoirs of a squire 