Seeing Red

City to city

We left Goug by ship. There was no hint of the Gryphons of Lionel in Warjilis, but precious little else either. No new rumours and there was no time for errands. The outfitters didn’t have any new stock, probably because the roads were blocked. So there was nothing left to do than to find our way to the next tavern.

But there was no time to lose. Mustadio urged us to press on. He hadn’t thought about the consequences of his own little ruse when he had planned it, but on the ship to Warjilis, he had ample time to think it through. Ever since then he could not rest until Lady Agrias was saved. And the princess, of course.

Ramza himself had been rather quiet the entire time we were in Warjilis. He never told us why, but after we had all come off the ship, he did stay behind at the docks for a long time. I tried to entice him over a pint to tell us all, but he remained quiet. We had to press on, he reminded us, pointing at an anxious Mustadio. Then he mumbled something about swimming against the current and not understanding it.

Balias Swale

The following day we set out to Lionel. We ended up in the valley of Balias Swale when suddenly we saw some familiar frames. There was Agrias, looking for a way out when she was cornered by the red capes of Lionel’s Gryphons, taunting her. None of us had to think twice about our next step. Alicia was thrilled to see her captain again and immediately jumped in to flank her. Ramza and Mustadio joined their side, and armed with my staff and Greg armed with his newfound Geomancy, we all dispatched the Gryphons quickly.

She managed to escape, Agrias explained after the danger had passed and we were all by ourselves again. Princess Ovelia was still with the cardinal, and she was in danger! Agrias had overheard that Ovelia would be put in the gallows. This sparked a memory with Ramza. He mumbled about a burning tower and said that Delita was right. We had to save Ovelia, he then decided.

No time for sidetracking or errands. Agrias joined our company much to the delight of Lavian and Alicia, and we set off to Golgollada Gallows.

I am Bathsua, master of the deadly art of staff clubbing and summoner of moogles, and these are my memoirs.