Trouble magnet

Grogh Heights

I don’t understand. It is almost as if Ramza is a magnet for trouble. We only just ventured past Lesalia on our way to Riovanes, like the mysterious man on the streets of Dorter had suggested, and there they were. Several chemists, thieves and an archer, who had deserted the Order of the Southern Sky, it turned out, stood between us and our path to Riovanes.

After a quarrel, and it seemed for a moment that they would let us pass, as Ramza urged with them that we really did not wish to fight (speak for yourself, Ramza, I need some Oratory experience under my belt to be able to equip guns beyond the jobs), but then…

They changed their minds! Just like that! I don’t even know how that came about. They did say something about a bill that had our names on it, and that it would absolve their desertion.

Come on, guys. Really?

18 Capricorn

Right after we dispatched the deserters, a familiar face came to meet us. Orran, the man we saved back in Gollund, turned out to be a commander in the Order of the Southern Sky. Not only that, but he was the one and only Thunder God’s stepson! Count Cidolfus Orlandeau, a magnificent general of the Order of the Southern Sky, had been a close friend to Ramza’s father in days past, he had once shared in the rare moments where he did talk about himself and his past. He worshipped his father, and his father trusted Orlandeau completely.

In turn, it seemed that Orran trusted us too, despite us being heretics and all. He decided to look the other way so we could vanish, but we hadn’t even well reached the town of Yardrow, or Ramza had already attracted more trouble.

This time trouble came in the form of a young woman who was being threatened by her own brother, of all people. We managed to keep the woman, who had introduced herself as Rapha, safe. Her brother, of course, teleported away when the ground became hot under his feet.

We hid away from any other assailants, and Rapha told her tragic tale. But before we could press on, a frog carrying her brother’s voice threatened us and urged her to join us to Riovanes, lest we all end up in the afterlife.

So, I guess, it’s on to Riovanes… Or, at least, after we’ve done our share of errands to relieve the local tavernmaster of his burden. Riovanes can wait, can’t it?

I am Bathsua, and at this point, I honestly don’t know what’s going on anymore – talking frogs? What? – and these are my memoirs.