Lesalia
It started several months ago, well before we’d found Luso, and Rapha. Zerro, he called himself, taunting noblemen in such a way that they had no other choice than to come to the local tavernmaster, distraught and with a little note from the thief himself, claiming that he would relieve them of their riches… In whatever form it came.
Every time we had succeeded in taking back what did not belong to the sly thief, but every time he managed to escape. Then, the requests and the notes stopped.
We had just finished some mining errands in Sal Ghidos, our geomancy having proven quite lucrative in those mines, when we headed for the capital of Lesalia for a well earned pint of brew. Milk for Ramza, again. There, the tavernmaster called me to him, and he showed me a note.
Zerro had returned.
This time, we would not let him get away. We had to become one with the shadows. In our ninja garb, we gave chase again. Though the richess of this nobleman had been secured, Zerro once again escaped. This time, he left us a clue: his next target would be in Eagrose.
Eagrose Castle
He hadn’t arrived yet. Having travelled the length and breadth of Ivalice countless times, I can only assume we had become well versed in quickly traversing great distances.
To kill time, we brought out that madman Cloud, who needed to train badly as he had absolutely no skills and hardly any training levels, and a bred hydra and great marlboro to poach. As Cloud happily slashed with Carmen as his training doll while she gave the coeurls a dancing performance, and Luso poached all the beasts, I saw him. Zerro.
Time to head to Eagrose! A magister needed our assistance!
Sadly enough, the cunning thief named Zerro escaped once again. But perhaps, we’d meet again. Until then, Zerro! Adiós!
I am Bathsua, fox hunter, and these are my memoirs.
Memoirs of a squire 