Following Fink's orders, I traveled to the inner throne room. Wanting to try something new as well as impress whoever was there, I attempted to teleport. Although I have done it before, it was under very controlled circumstances in training but I haven't done it by myself yet. But I attempted anyway. I concentrated on a mental image of the throne room and me being there. A flash of blue light showed the success of my efforts and I found myself in the throne room. Except for one slight thing… I suddenly fell 5 feet downwards on the unsuspecting head of Master Boyle. The archer tumbled on the floor and landed in a painful heap, me on the other hand, landed flat on my face.
"By Bahamuht's fangs! It's the Death Corps!" the master Monk Timothy yelled, stepping into a long-practiced fighting stance of the disciplined. "Calm yourself Timothy, it's only young Mueller. I don't think our old master would like to see his half-brother injured when he meets him." Master Fink clamed the fighter down. "Our old master? What kind of hallucinations are you speaking of? He's dead and long lost!" Timothy and Fink were speaking about a person that I had no clue about.
"What he means Timothy is that Ramza Beoulve is still alive and breathing only Ajora knows where." The regal voice of Delita filled the narrow halls. Both the voice and what the voice said startled everyone in the hall except Delita, Fink and me. Then, after the shock subsided, typical human doubt filled the air with denial. "Calm down soldiers, CALM DOWN!" Delita screamed to subdue the screams. The voices stopped and everyone looked blankly at the three of us and awaited the voice of Delita. "Alright, now that everyone's settled down, we can get about to business. Yes, Lord Ramza Beoulve is still alive somewhere in Gallione; the only thing is that we don't know where he is. I called a meeting of the masters of warrior and mage classes in order to form a group to search for the missing hero and to figure out who will protect the people while I'm gone." This selection of words brought about a collection of cries to participate in our quest, causing Fink to call forth a bolt of lightning to stop the voices.
"We shall do the selection in an organized matter, if you are not picked for the search group, don't worry because you will have equal glory in defending the land while we are gone." Fink stated to assure the crowd and then he met in a huddle with Delita and me. "Who should we bring along?" I asked to start it off. "We should bring Ramza's old officers since they are hardy soldiers and eager to meet their benevolent leader." Delita suggested. "So that's Master Monk Timothy, Master Archer Boyle, Master Ninja Hiroshi, Master Samurai Ieyasu and me." Fink pointed out, "Doesn't that leave the realm a little under defended?" he asked. "I'm assured that their students are perfectly capable of acting in place of them. The main worry is who should we leave to rule the realm in substitution." Delita assuaged the Summoner. "What about Master Dravon? He can keep the people at peace while we're gone." I said. I heard something muttered by Fink that suspiciously sounded like 'Yeah, by keeping them all go to sleep.' "Alright then, it's all settled." Delita said turning to the circle of men behind us.
"Our decisions have been made, the men we have chosen have been kept from their rightful master for too long so it would be wrong to keep them from him for even longer. Boyle, Timothy, Hiroshi, Ieyasu and Fink shall be accompanying Mueller and me on our quest. Mediator Dravon will be taking my place while I'm away. To those remaining, try your hardest to defend the people, commoner or noble, it doesn't matter, keep no prejudice between the two, time is supposed to bring about improvement so don't fall back into the cycle of dissention as it was before. These are my orders, don't falter in your attempt to do your best. May Ajora and Bahamuht smile upon you." The king spoke warning and praising the soldiers as he spoke.
The five selected could not keep the joy off their faces. Even Hiroshi could not keep the excitement off his battle worn face, despite his ninja training. Boyle made a portrait of Ramza as he last remembered him by shooting arrows in a wooden chair. The face in the portrait looked sorrowful and aged but amazingly filled with happiness. Probably after winning their final battle as he said his good-byes to his friends and fellow fighters. We all went to sleep before we began our travels across Ivalice to find and restore power to my long-lost half-brother.