I hope you didn't come here looking for a story to cheer you up on your way home. I wish I had a way home...

My name is Diaghileb Godeye. I do have a third eye, you know. I just keep it covered up by my hat. Its use does not lie in seeing physical things. Instead, it sees all sorts of things. Like I know what you had for lunch and what is going in in Ambervalle. Also that you think I'm a lunatic. Hmm? What's that you said? Lucky guess? Far from lucky guess- I know. My third eye tells me all.

I learned everything about forgery and conterfeiting from the printshop near town. I've always worn a cap or a hat- it's not the quality of the Third Eye I'm worried about- it's not mutilated or ugly or deformed. No, it's completely identical to my other eyes. But even when it's closed, everyone can see that I have three eyes.

Diaghileb means "Godeye," just like my surname. It wasn't given to me be anyone other than myself. I didn't have a wonderful childhood, as you can tell.

Master and Mistress were constantly drunk. Sometimes they would throw things at me. See the scar from my neck to my head? Of course you can't see it. It's covered by a collar. Everyone here wears one- it suppresses all but the minorest of spells.

Anyways, it was from the time they threw a sword from a decorative suit of armor. That's why I don't talk or breathe well- it cut through my windpipe.

I died? No! Then what would I be doing here, talking to you? No, it just slit the surface. I can't speak or breathe well, but that's a small price compared to my life.

As soon as I was old enough, I ran away. I stowed away in a hay cart, nibbling on greens with the chocobos as night and hiding by day.

I got off at Lutia...

That was where I set up a workshop. I bought a little cabin there from an old Alchemist who wanted nothing more but to go back to Cyril with his family. I fell in love with that little house, I tell you- I was utterly besotted.

I remember all the days I used to spend watching the birds in the birdfeeder out the window, or stocking up on firewood and chasing the deer out of the vegetables... Those were peaceful days.

I set up a business there. That wasn't enough- I became greedy... And there... I began to conterfeit gil.

Yep. That's all. Clan Nutsy? Oh. One day a clan came out of nowhere and a viera kicked my butt. Actually, she shot my neck, but same difference.

Here? I can say that I long to be somewhere, somewhere where my home waits for me, and my empty laboratory waits for someone that will never come back to light the furnace again... Somewhere where the beauty of Ambervale cowers behind the sunrise on the snow just outside my home... Every night I think about my empty home and my empty laboratory and the empty birdfeeder and the deer-eaten vegetable garden and the little space in Lutia Pass that will never be the same.

And I'll come back someday. If not in this life, I promise.