'He's been sleeping ever since I woke up…'

Lyse peered down at the sleeping Warrior of Light, a light violet haired miqote wearing black and purple samurai garb, his eyes were covered by a strip of cloth to hide some scars from a legendary battle. He was lying on a large feather bed and seemed to be at peace, unlike Lyse.

She was reeling from what happened before.

'It had happened so suddenly I could not have—' she thought back to her homeland of Ala Mhigo where she had summoned the warrior before her for a meeting. Next thing she knew a white light had engulfed both of them, and when she opened her eyes she found herself resting on the bed next to him. What a strange predicament that turned out to be.

Stranger it was that the room she had found herself in. It was not a prison cell, but a large room with highly decorated white walls and red carpet floor. Only three doors were seen. One was locked, another led into a lavatory that was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and the third was a pair of glass doors that led out onto a balcony. The view the balcony gave was of a long stretch of beach that seemed to go for miles. The ocean seemed to go on forever as well. The island, from Lyse could see, was the most beautiful place she had seen in a long while. The idea of going out and seeing the island to make sense of where she was had dawned on her, but she didn't want to leave the Warrior of Light

Lyse had woken up first and not knowing where she was, decided to hunker down and watch over the warrior as he slept.

'The Twelve knows he deserves it…'

Bending over slightly, Lyse got a closer look at his face. Scars around the eyes that were given to the warrior by that mad man Zenos yae Galvus, the former Crown Prince of the Empire of Garlemald now deceased. Scars of shame as he described them after his two defeats by the Crown Prince. Facial tribal markings on the sides of his face, which had been added after the debacle in Uldah with the supposed assassination of the Sultana were also seen.

'Tribal…oh yes, that's his last name,' Lyse remembered. Everyone knew this warrior as the fabled Warrior of Light, and his legend was known to all in Eorzea and beyond even to the Garlean Empire. The name alone had garnered all respect.

However, as he was once a normal adventurer he had a normal name given to him on his name day, but only a select few knew that name, including Lyse.

Dakk Tribal.

An odd name, but being a miqote that was to be expected.

A small collection of knocks got Lyse's attention and she stood up straight just in time to see a moogle come into the room with a silver cart behind it.

"Good morning, kupo!"

Lyse hushed the little creature, not wanting to disturb her friend. The moogle quickly caught on and went about its business.

He spoke in a whisper, "Sorry kupo…but I have breakfast here for you and your friend."

"Oh?"

Lyse walked over to the table the moogle was setting up. Room service was unexpected, since she didn't know where she was, her belly desired to be fed.

"I'll let him sleep for now. So little one, what is this place?"

The moogle looked at her, "Kupo, this is Mog's Resort, a famous but secluded island resort made to let people relax."

"Oh…so then this is not a prison?"

Shaking its head the moogle pulled the cart away, "Spend seven days here and I guarantee you'll enjoy yourselves, kupo." He pushed the cart back towards the door, "Heck, maybe you'll find something worthwhile being here, kupo. I'll be back for the cart in an hour, kupo. Enjoy!"

The moogle left and Lyse sat down at the table, her finger tips tapped the silverware on the table top. As hungry as she was she couldn't quite grasp the situation she was in. A full week on an island resort? With everything going on back in Ala Mhigo, did she really have the time to dawdle?

She heard a light groaning and looked over to see Dakk beginning to sit up in the bed.

Lyse got to her feet and walked over to the bed, by that time Dakk had removed his samurai headwear.

"Good morning, are you alright?"

Dakk looked up at Lyse, his silver eyes blinking a few times to focus, "I'll let you know here in a moment…" He looked around the room, and the astounded expression gave Lyse the notion that he was surprised to find where he was. "Where in the Twelve are we?"

Lyse shrugged her shoulders, her blonde hair swayed lightly in the breeze that came from outside, "Well, according to a moogle we're in a relaxation resort known as Mog's Resort."

"We in Costa del Sol?"

She shook her head, "I've only seen moogles here, not Lalafells…though the resemblance to those beaches is uncanny."

Dakk moved his legs to the edge of the bed and got up on his feet, "This is a rather nice room…" he walked about the room while Lyse went out onto the balcony.

Lyse didn't know if he said anything more, because she was staring out at the beach below. Maybe it was a good thing she could be alone for the time being…