Our misguided journey began at the slums of Dorter Trade City. When I was normally in the higher quality area of the city when I was here, the state of living and the manners of the citizens shocked me. Although they were very kind towards other people and us they had a habit of using many obscenities and lacked a multitude of formal habits. But I saw a kind heart in the people that were given a tarnished reputation by people from the Death Corps who wished for rebellion. The commoner stereotypes taught to me at the Igros Academy for nobles were abolished one by one as I saw the courage and perseverance of the people.
According to the people formerly under Ramza's command, this was the place in which they said their good-byes to him and others. We asked some of the inhabitants about what happened to him after they all left. Only one of the people we asked knew about whom we were talking about. His name was Arthur McCloud. The man had an ancient face with twinkling eyes that were the only beacons that he was still living. "Ah, yes, I remember the lad quite well, you don't see such a face quite often in these impoverished streets. His hair was golden like Excalibur and his face was handsomely sculpted but his eyes had the most horrendous quality to them. They were haunted and deep, like he had seen to much evil in his young years and all the stress had accelerated his aging process. After his fellow soldiers said their good-byes, he and his beautiful sister left on their chocobos east, towards the direction of the Finath River. I wouldn't be surprised if you found him there. Well this doddering old fool shouldn't keep you off your task. Thank you for your company and if you meet the lad, tell him that Arthur McCloud of Dorter sends his goodwill." The man said as he fell back into sleep, holding the pains of age at bay. "You heard him brother, let us go." Delita suggested, leaving a bag filled with gil on the nightstand.
"Well, Sire, where are we heading next?" Fink inquired Delita as we emerged from the dwelling. "To Finath, is there anything we should know about the River before we head there?" The sovereign replied. "Yes, the streams are deep and the forests are filled with those ever-damned red chocobos!" Boyle spoke out. "Well, what about those 'ever-damned Red Chocobos'? If I remember clearly, one of them saved your arse at the battle of Orbornne Monastery." Hiroshi said with a bemused smile on his face. "Alright, alright, they do have their good points but you kinda get sick of them when they break your limbs for the 5th time with those Choco Meteors." The Archer said in counter-argument. "With that settled, is there anything that we should know about this breed of Chocobo?" I asked, giving my first words in the conversation. "Yes, there are many things about them that are important Master Mueller, they walk in very deep waters with no impediment, can jump like Lancers, walk incredibly far distances with no trouble and pack a very strong punch with their beaks and their magic." Ieyasu explained to me, the first to call me 'master', no doubt because of my heredity. "But if they're tamed by mediators, those 'ever-damned Red Chocobos' make excellent mounts. We should try to 'Invite' some of them while we're there. Hiroshi here has the best experience with Mediator skills so he should be the one to do it." Timothy suggested. "Great idea, let us go!" Delita said in joy.
According to the people formerly under Ramza's command, this was the place in which they said their good-byes to him and others. We asked some of the inhabitants about what happened to him after they all left. Only one of the people we asked knew about whom we were talking about. His name was Arthur McCloud. The man had an ancient face with twinkling eyes that were the only beacons that he was still living. "Ah, yes, I remember the lad quite well, you don't see such a face quite often in these impoverished streets. His hair was golden like Excalibur and his face was handsomely sculpted but his eyes had the most horrendous quality to them. They were haunted and deep, like he had seen to much evil in his young years and all the stress had accelerated his aging process. After his fellow soldiers said their good-byes, he and his beautiful sister left on their chocobos east, towards the direction of the Finath River. I wouldn't be surprised if you found him there. Well this doddering old fool shouldn't keep you off your task. Thank you for your company and if you meet the lad, tell him that Arthur McCloud of Dorter sends his goodwill." The man said as he fell back into sleep, holding the pains of age at bay. "You heard him brother, let us go." Delita suggested, leaving a bag filled with gil on the nightstand.
"Well, Sire, where are we heading next?" Fink inquired Delita as we emerged from the dwelling. "To Finath, is there anything we should know about the River before we head there?" The sovereign replied. "Yes, the streams are deep and the forests are filled with those ever-damned red chocobos!" Boyle spoke out. "Well, what about those 'ever-damned Red Chocobos'? If I remember clearly, one of them saved your arse at the battle of Orbornne Monastery." Hiroshi said with a bemused smile on his face. "Alright, alright, they do have their good points but you kinda get sick of them when they break your limbs for the 5th time with those Choco Meteors." The Archer said in counter-argument. "With that settled, is there anything that we should know about this breed of Chocobo?" I asked, giving my first words in the conversation. "Yes, there are many things about them that are important Master Mueller, they walk in very deep waters with no impediment, can jump like Lancers, walk incredibly far distances with no trouble and pack a very strong punch with their beaks and their magic." Ieyasu explained to me, the first to call me 'master', no doubt because of my heredity. "But if they're tamed by mediators, those 'ever-damned Red Chocobos' make excellent mounts. We should try to 'Invite' some of them while we're there. Hiroshi here has the best experience with Mediator skills so he should be the one to do it." Timothy suggested. "Great idea, let us go!" Delita said in joy.