"Gaudo visre su! I am glad to see you!"

Squall turned to see that he was being approached by an Esthar official; short, stocky, and grinning from ear to ear. Behind him was a man with a large shoulder-mounted camera, who was lugging a few large bags of equipment. Rach immediately sprinted to the latter man, and engaged him in some conversation.

"Scuale es? You are Squall?" The shorter official extended a hand warmly, which Squall took with reservation.

"SeeD Squall Leonhart, reporting as ordered from Balamb," he answered formally. "Are you--" he searched his bran, "--Poji?"

Poji nodded. "Su. I am. So, you are ready to begin the hunt?"

Squall nodded. "As soon as possible." The sooner we start, the sooner we can leave.

Poji patted his forearm warmly. "Abules mecu. Walk with me. We will go the the place whereat you may find this.... this criminal."

Squall nodded curtly, and Poji began to walk off. Pausing next to Rach and the camera-carryer, he smiled.

"You are... artes? The artistic one who will capture for us the film of how so great a criminal may be brought to justice?"

Rach turned, and executed a neat SeeD salute. "That's me."

So that's why he came, Squall thought.

"Bene! Good. Good. Come with us."

With a bit of goading, Poji managed to get everyone to move in the direction of a small bluff a bit inland from Jacce Harbor. As he walked, he attempted to narrate the dangers they would be facing when going up against this deadly, unidentified murderer. He seemed to exaggerate most of it, and Squall had almost toned him out when he found himself halted by a stubby finger at his chest.

"Audibene! Listen well!" Poji shook his head emphatically. "She is nefaz--Very Wrong indeed. She is heartless, that one. Killed an old mammi's only nephew a bit ago. They found him with his hunting knife still in one hand! Tristimi. Very sad."

"...I understand the danger she represents," Squall said.

"Ne! No, no, no. She is very dangerous. You should look out! One minute, you are well and fighting her, the next... subito! Suddenly, you are dead." Poji illustrated this concept with a quick motion of his arm, then turned. Pointing at the horizon, he dropped his voice theatrically. "She comes from nowhere," he whispered. Widening his eyes, he gestured broadly across the plains. "You see only the open land. You hear only the wind. All is calm. All silent. Slowly--lene--you suspect there is something amiss. You turn, and before you know it...."

Selphie was craning forward to hear the story. Predictable.

"Hocco!" Poji hissed, clear sound cutting the air like a knife as his arm snapped around to point a few degrees more to the north. "She is here."

The entire SeeD party turned to look as Poji pointed. There, sure enough, was a small black figure making its way across the landscape.

"Cameras rolling," Poji said as he patted Squall on the back.