Somewhere in Ivalice
It started in Gollund. I was still dabbling in oratory, and while we were investigating the mines with Beowulf, I had somehow finally convinced an enemy to join us. Not just any, either, none other than a Behemoth King was swayed by my enticing skills!
But as with chocobos, it turns out that also Behemoths breed like wildfire. Before long, we were overrun with Behemoths, Dark Behemoths and Behemoth kings. We’d let one back into the wild sometimes, but rightfully so, Agrias had pointed out that releasing Behemoths back into the wild might not have been the safest thing to do.
We had to find something else to do with these horned creatures. Luso, of course, had picked up some interesting rumours along the way, which he proudly showed me in his little notebook. He was a poacher, he said, he could do this. He could poach Behemoth Kings and have their fluids distilled into perfume for all the ladies. He had heard about our plan to help the stumbling fool of a Mustadio to profess his undying love to Agrias. He too realized that the only thing Mustadio showed marksmanship in, was with guns, and he needed some help with the ladies.
Balthier couldn’t help but overhear. He claimed that back where he came from, he and his companions used to do something similar. They would poach monsters for loot and sell it at a Bazaar so that it could be processed. Surely his expertise in acquiring loot would be greatly appreciated in this endeavour, he decided as he yet again invited himself into our ranks. After all, how could he deny a fellow Bunansa a shot at romance? And as it stood, he needed to get some experience under his belt.
As did I, come to think of it. Carmen had taught me some dance routines but I had much yet to learn. Thus, Luso, Balthier and myself set out with several Behemoths to poach them, as I danced my forbidden dance and Balthier plundered the enemies for gil.
1 Cancer
The day had finally arrived. Thanks to Balthier’s pirating ways we had enough gil, over half a million! And Luso’s poaching had gotten us a fair reserve of flowery perfume. I was loath to ask just how one could distill such an enticing fragrance from a monster such as the Behemoth, but somehow it was all possible in the Poacher’s Den.
Lavian and Alicia knew Agrias better than any of us, and advised against giving her the Cherche perfume. They had already bought the perfect gift for Mustadio to give to Agrias, and her birthday was today. Mustadio was already on his way over to the tavern to give her it, hinging on Ramza for emotional support.
Dear squire, normally I would not have let my curiousity get the better of me, but Lavian, Alicia and myself had been working so hard towards this moment, and we had even gotten Luso and Balthier involved in our little scheme. Needless to say I did not hesitate to find the tavern, only to find that Rapha and Marach were already peering through the tavern’s windows. So we joined them.
That is to say, everyone but Balthier. He just repeated that it was just his luck that he would be chaperonning children again.
As for Mustadio? Well… Perhaps we’d have to convince him to become an orator.
I am Bathsua, dancer of forbidden dances, and these are my memoirs.
Memoirs of a squire 