Become what you must
It wasn’t the first time one of our fellow squires left. Ages ago, both Navarre – in a theatrical display of doubt concerning his faith – and Greg – who had found his true calling in taking over his father’s apothecary – had left once we arrived back in Gariland. Now, Carmen, our tank, our strong arm, decided she had enough. I secretly wished she had run on ahead to survey the area around the monastery while we were plundering and looting the Midlight’s Deep.
Truth is that apart from Ramza, I was now the only one left of our original gang, the only other witness to what happened at Ziekden so long ago. I knew that Carmen was learning hard to become a Black Knight, so I had to continue her dream. I had to become what I must.
And so, I danced to pay for my Master in the Black Mage arts, and took on a side job as samurai to fulfil the requirements to become… The night.
Putting up palings
Now that I was a warrior of darkness, we returned to the Deep. Surely being a Dark Knight could help finding my way around the darnkess of the deep dungeon, so with a fresh constitution and a new job, with some experience in our bellies, we ran into thr Palings: a Dark Knight, two Dragoons, a Chemist and a dancing, treasure hunting Geomancer.
We were disappointed. Not only was all the treasure concentrated around the entrance, as if whomever left it there had to drop it all before making their escape… But there were hardly any monsters. Not even enough to light up the room.
In the end it wasn’t this Dark Knight who blindly found her way around the palings, it was Meliadoul.
And somehow I susect that we shouldn’t keep our guard down just yet. We were only halfway. There were still several floors to go. Who knew what we would find beyond these Palings?
Maybe that distillery of Elixirs?
I am Batm— I mean, Bathsua, the night, and these are my memoirs.
Memoirs of a squire 