Chapter 13: Mrs. Farrell
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Dripping wet and half frozen in the chilly breeze, the party ran along the bank of the moat, which had slowed down to a lazy, leisurely pace.
"Cecil, you sure got better quick," Palom noted as he ran.
"I know; and that's great. But I'm worried about your sister; she looks terrible," Cecil said with a glance at Porom, unconscious again in Yang's arms.
"She feels like a furnace," Yang added. "She's developing a fever on top of whatever else she had."
"Swell," Tellah grumbled impatiently. "Some uncle I turned out to be! How much further till we reach the gate?"
"Around the turn that's coming up, and then only a few hundred yards forward," Cecil informed. "Although, I don't know how they'll welcome me or any foreigners. They might not let us in," he warned.
"But they have to!" Palom protested. "If they make us leave, we'll have wandered around in the waterway for a whole week for nothing!"
Keeping all of this mind, they rounded the bend, skidding to a halt. There were two guards up ahead, one on either side of the impressive main gate. Cecil squinted to try and see who they were.
"I think I know those two, but I can't tell from here. If they're who I think they are, we might have a straight shot," he said, lowering his voice.
"It's safer to not trust a hope until we actually get there," Tellah advised, also casting a concerned glance at Porom. Palom stood up on his tip-toes to see her, but Yang was too tall; unable to see how she was doing, he felt worried.
"We should go slowly and quietly, lest we draw unwanted attention," Cecil advised. "We might get shot at if someone knows we're here."
They all crept slowly and carefully up the bank, closer and closer to the drawbridge before them. The two guards, whoever they were, didn't see or hear them; they seemed to be dozing.
At last, they came to the spot right before the bridge, where the bank ended suddenly and was replaced by a few rocks sticking up from the water. Cecil signaled for everyone else to stay back while he went forward to get the guard's attention.
"Hey!" he whispered to the guard closest to him, but the man didn't stir. Cecil tentatively reached out his hand and shook the man gently until he came to, blinking his eyes and shaking his head.
"Romelle, wake up. It's me; it's Cecil."
Romelle, the shaggy-haired guard looked up at the paladin and snapped to attention.
"Sir Cecil! You're back!" he said, and then lowered his voice suddenly. "You look… different. What have you been doing?"
"It's a long story," Cecil informed. "Is that Allun?" he asked, pointing to the opposite guard.
"In fact," Romelle confirmed, bending down to pick up a small pebble. He threw it at his companion, who jumped with a start from his doze.
"Allun, pull yourself together! Cecil's back!" Romelle called in a hushed tone.
Allun looked around him. "Where? I don't see him."
"Over here," Cecil said, waving his hand to get attention.
Allun grinned. "It's good to see you again; we all heard what happened in Fabul, with you and Rosa and Kain, and we thought you were a goner for sure. By the way, what are dressed as?"
"Stop fooling around, Allun," Cecil demanded. "Look: I'm here with four friends; we just got out of the waterway about 15 minutes ago. We need to get inside, and quickly. Can you help us?"
The guard's faces fell.
"We can't let you in, Cecil," Romelle informed sadly.
"For so many reasons," Allun added.
Cecil growled with frustration. "Why not?"
"They'll capture you all, for one," Allun pointed out.
"Not to mention we'll hang as well, for letting you in; warrants are out for your arrest, you know," Romelle added.
"You guys, there are children with me; one of them has a fever. You have to at least let them in," Cecil begged.
Romelle was about to list the reasons why he and Allun weren't allowed to do that either, when someone nearby whispered, psst! and they all looked around to see who was there.
"Hey! Cecil! Up here!"
Cecil and the guards look up and there, standing on top of the wall, was a woman. She looked to be middle aged, though the year had been very kind to her: her brown eyes were bright, her long blonde hair had no trace of silver or gray, and her face was almost completely void of wrinkles.
Cecil's face brightened. "Mrs. Farrell?"
The woman raised a finger to her lips. "Be quiet." She turned to Romelle and Allun. "Let them in," she whispered to them. "I'll take care of everything."
"Yes ma'am," Romelle said, nodding respectfully to her. He turned to Allun and nodded a signal. Allun scurried to a switch on the wall and pulled it down slowly. The gate swung open slowly and noiselessly.
"Go right on in, I guess," Allun said nervously.
Cecil looked like he was ready to cry with joy. "Thank you guys, so much," he said, still at a whisper, as he jumped up onto the bridge. "You have no idea what this means."
Romelle and Allun helped the others up, and looked back and forth from Palom to Porom curiously.
"Are they twins?" Allun asked as they walked inside.
"They are," Cecil agreed.
"Is he going to be alright?" Allun asked.
"It's a she," Cecil corrected, "and, with Mrs. Farrell's assistance, I think she'll be okay."
Palom looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at the guards.
"That's for not letting us in," he said crossly. "Now my sister could die of a fever 'cause of you." He ran after the others, leaving Allun and Romelle feeling a bit ashamed for not letting a sick little girl into the castle for medical treatment.
They all met Mrs. Farrell by the wall, where she was waiting patiently for them. She was tall, willowy, and had a natural grace about her that seemed draped around her like a scarf. Her arms crossed casually across her chest, she looked as regal and imposing as a queen.
When she saw exactly who Cecil was with, her golden brow rose in a high, questioning arc. "You keep odd company these days," she noted in a quiet voice. Her voice was low pitched and delicately rich, like fine velvet. Palom liked her at once; Yang was caught in awe; Tellah was intimidated by the amount of magic that radiated from her; Cecil kept his eyes low, afraid to look her in the eye.
"I know, ma'am," was all that Cecil said.
"Is that child there sick?" Mrs. Farrell asked, sounding concerned in a doctoral manner.
Now Cecil brought his eyes up, as if he had been given permission to look at her. "Yes, she is."
Mrs. Farrell surveyed them all. "You're all drenched; and you all look a mess. Cecil, who are these people, and what have you been doing?"
"Friends, that I've met in my travels. We—"
"Children?"
"I can explain—"
Mrs. Farrell silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Explain as we walk. That poor child needs treatment. Follow me," she directed, beckoning them all to follow her. She began walking briskly toward a door, and the others followed after her.
Tellah walked fast enough to slide up beside her. "Ma'am, my name is Tellah; Tellah Faraxhae. May I speak to you?"
Mrs. Farrell extended her hand for Tellah to shake. "Georgette Farrell, white mage. Lower your voice, Mr. Faraxhae." She opened the door and propelled them inside, down a hall with a row of wooden doors.
Tellah scowled at her, but obeyed her; if anyone loyal to the insane king found out that they were here, it could mean curtains for them all.
"I know a great deal about you and your family, Tellah. You are a red mage, are you not?"
"I am—"
"So why not heal the child yourself?"
"Because I'm almost drained of MP right now; we've been wandering around in the waterway for more than a week!"
"The waterway?"
"And, for your information, it destroys me that I can't heal her more than slight health boost: that sick child is my only niece. I've been trying to keep her healthy for the past several days, and nothing I've done has worked!"
"Lucky for you, then, white magic is my area of expertise. Your niece will be just fine. And what kind of stupid person drags a small child—let alone two of them—through the waterway? You're lucky they haven't gotten tetanus." She looked over her shoulder and studied Palom for a second. His face turned pink when he saw her staring at him and he let his eyes wander away.
"The other child, another niece of yours? She looks exactly like—"
"My nephew," Tellah corrected, happy to interrupt her for a change. "They're twins."
Mrs. Farrell nodded understandingly. She finally stopped at a door and opened it. "I'll take good care of your niece, Mr. Faraxhae. Bring her in here and I'll start right away."
Yang came forward, still carrying Porom. Palom ran in after him and gazed around the room. It was fairly plain, decked with only with a bed, a bookshelf packed with books on white magic, a stove/oven contraption for cooking potions and other medicine, a small table with two chairs, and a small cot in the corner. Against one wall was a door.
"Put her in bed," she directed, moving swiftly and deliberately to the stove and reaching for a large pot and some small glass jars. "Go in that closet over there; you'll find towels and some dry clothes; odds and ends, mostly, but I'm sure that you'll each find something to fit you." She turned to Cecil again. "Now, what's all this I've heard about Rosa and Kain?"
Cecil paled and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for what has happened."
"Well, from what I understand, it wasn't really your fault," Mrs. Farrell dismissed as she measured ingredients into her pot. "The story that I heard was that you, Rosa, and a few others arrived in Fabul about a week after the raid on Damcyan, and that you attempted to protect the wind crystal."
"Yes ma'am, that is correct."
"I understand that you lost track of Kain after that terrible earthquake, when you went to Mist village, yes?"
"It's a long story, but yes. I lost consciousness and he was gone when I came to."
"And then he appeared in Fabul. Only he challenged you to a duel, beat you half to death, and then kidnapped Rosa."
"Um, not quite," Cecil informed, shaking his head. "What happened was that Kain showed up and beat me half to death because Golbez had kidnapped him and brainwashed him against all of us. Then, after Kain beat me up, Golbez showed up, laughed at me, and kidnapped Rosa; now he's holding her hostage somewhere, and he'll probably kill her if he finds out that I'm trying to find and stop him. Kain didn't kidnap anyone; he was just there and didn't help us." As he finished his recap, Yang tossed him a rough white towel and a clean hospital shirt.
"Thanks, Yang."
"No sweat," the monk insisted, and went to pass out more towels.
"I didn't think it was your fault," Mrs. Farrell said quietly. "You may have a knack for getting into trouble, but I didn't think you'd just let some homicidal maniac take Rosa without a fight."
"He had no fight left in him at the time; I was there with him," Yang informed, absentmindedly dumping a towel and a shirt that was too big on Palom's head. The boy fussed, but Yang didn't seem to register.
Mrs. Farrell's eyebrows rose. "Really? How fortuitous. You're the young man who washed up on the outskirts of the desert a few days ago, aren't you?"
"Yes ma'am. We met on Mt. Hobbs a few weeks ago, just before the raid on Fabul. And then we were shipwrecked."
"Which brings us to why we were in the waterway in the first place," Tellah said, rubbing his gray hair vigorously with his towel so that it proofed like an afro. "We're looking for a man named Cid Pollendina, an airship engineer. If we can get an airship and travel unmolested across the world, we may be able to find where Golbez is keeping Rosa before he does her any further harm."
"Ah, I see," Mrs. Farrell said, sounding like she was beginning to understand what this whole thing was about. "You snuck through the waterway, hoping that you would go undetected by the king or anyone else."
"I thought that it would only take a few days; two or three, four tops," Yang informed sadly. I was very wrong."
"Well, you made it through alive, didn't you?"
"Alive, sure, but what about Porom?" Palom reminded, still sounding cross and a bit anxious.
"She'll be fine," Tellah insisted. "Mrs. Farrell will take care of her; don't worry."
"She'd better," Palom grumbled, winding his braid boredly around his finger. It was barely a braid anymore; the long lock of brown hair was come undone, the tie lost long ago in the cave, and was mostly a damp, knappy tangle.
"Don't worry about your sister," Mrs. Farrell repeated. "She's not going to die, I can promise you that. And, with this medicine that I'm making, her fever will break in less than an hour. She'll recover by tomorrow morning."
"He worries about her a lot," Cecil informed. "She is his twin sister."
"Can't blame him, I guess," Mrs. Farrell agreed, stirring her potion. She looked over at the twin's coats, draped over one of the chairs and dripping puddles of water on the stone floor. (Of course, there was water all over the floor now.) The two coats, aside form being wet, were covered in mud, bits of debris, and even torn in a few places. She covered her pot.
"I'm going to leave that potion to simmer for a while," she informed, taking the wet coats from the chair. "While we wait, I'm going to see what I can do about these; they're in awful condition. In the meantime, someone get a mop and clean this place up; someone's going to slip, and it had better not be me."
She went to the door, but hesitated before reaching for the knob. She cleared her throat and turned back to her company. "I'm sorry if I seem a bit coarse," she apologized. "I've been a very strict teacher almost all my life. And, with Rosa's disappearance and all the awful things Golbez has been doing, it's been a very hard few months for me; and everyone else in this kingdom."
"We all understand," Yang said comfortingly. "We've all experienced it firsthand; even the children. We will all be patient with you."
Mrs. Farrell smiled weakly, as if she was smiling for the first time after forgetting how, and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Mrs. Farrell seems very nice," Tellah noted.
"She is," Cecil agreed. "She's probably risking a lot—maybe even her life—to get us this room and medicine."
"She's so very skilled," Yang added. "She seems vaguely familiar, like I've met her somewhere before, but I can't really say. It's her face, and her eyes; I've seen them before."
"I know," Cecil said, nodding his head. "Don't you remember Rosa's last name?"
Yang thought for a minute. "No, I don't. No one ever mentioned it."
"It's Farrell."
Everyone was silent.
"Then," Palom realized, "that white mage is her mother?"
Cecil nodded.
"Is that why she seems so tense with you?" Tellah asked.
"I suppose so. When I was younger, she was like a surrogate mother to me."
"Surrogate?" Palom asked. 'What's that?"
"A stand-in," Tellah informed, "like your uncle raising you and Porom in place of your real father. (God rest his soul.)"
"Oh. I get it," Palom said, nodding his head rapidly.
"But, as I started getting older," Cecil continued, "she suddenly grew really cold. I didn't understand why; I thought maybe it was because I had a bit of a prankster streak until I was about 17 years old."
Palom snickered. "You? Really?"
"You'd be surprised by some of the things that Kain and I did as teenagers; I'm actually a little embarrassed by some of them," Cecil admitted, trying to hide a blush behind his hand.
Yang sighed regretfully. "You and Kain were really good friends, huh?"
Cecil sighed too. "Yeah... But, things have been pretty rough between Mrs. Farrell and I for the past two or three years."
"And I'm assuming that she taught Rosa all that she knows about white magic?" Yang guessed.
"That's correct. She tried to teach me too, but it didn't really work."
Has anyone seen some paper and a pen around?" Tellah asked, getting up and pacing the room urgently. "Now that we've gotten out if the waterway and are safe, I'd like to write to Mira and let her know we're okay."
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"Here you go," Georgette said, almost cheerily, handing the twins back their coats the next morning. "Good as new."
Palom shoved his arms into his mended red coat almost as soon as he got it, happy to have it back. Porom shook her head in disbelief at him.
"It's too hot in here; you'll get heat-rash," she scolded.
"I don't care!" Palom informed jubilantly, running in a circle with his arms stretched out, like a bird.
Porom shook her head again. Instead, she picked up a piece of paper and a pen with colored ink, a small favor that Georgette had found to keep the twins occupied, and began to draw a picture. The older white mage watched with interest as the girl formed flowers, birds, and a house on her sheet of paper.
I remember when Rosa was that age, she thought sadly, sending up a prayer for her missing daughter, her only child; the fifth, since this morning.
She glanced over at Tellah, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the corner, writing what she had heard to be a letter to his little sister, Palom and Porom's mother. He had been far more excited over the pens and paper that she had brought back than the twins had initially been, which had puzzled her at first. (The supplies had been meant for the children.) But she understood soon: if she had a younger sibling halfway across the world, and she had her small niece and nephew in her care, she'd have been anxious to write, too.
As it was, Georgette had no brothers or sisters; nor did she have any living relatives left, say for Rosa. As she watched Tellah scribbling his letter, she felt a small bubble of jealousy form in her heart. She let it burst and dismissed it as a passing, fleeting discomfort. Rosa was in a bad situation, wherever she was, but at least Kain was with her, and he would protect her. Brainwashed or not. And, besides: Cecil was coming for her. He would not fail.
Tellah finished writing, folded the letter in half, and wrote the address on the front. Then he chanted his Teleport spell, which echoed through the room loud enough to make Georgette's teeth chatter slightly. The letter levitated in the air, spun rapidly for a second or two, and then vanished.
"Will anyone care about the echo?" Porom asked nervously.
"They'll probably think it was just me," Georgette soothed. "You're worried about Cecil and Yang, yes?" The twins nodded.
"They'll be fine; they can handle themselves," she assured them. "The people around need to know that Cecil is back; if they know that he's here and he's going to help them, they'll be willing to lend their support."
"He'll no longer need to fight alone," Tellah pointed out. "He's been fighting this battle almost completely alone from the beginning. First time we met, all he had was a scrawny little summoner; poorest little mite I'd ever seen. But I thought that if he could make it back to Kaipo in time to save his fair lady, he would have enough hope to go on somehow. But so much happened while I wasn't looking. Your mother and uncle were right; I always run off too soon and stay away for too long."
As he finished, Cecil and Yang re-entered the room with new bags full of new equipment in them.
"Everything's set," Yang informed. "Porom, how are you feeling?"
"Better," she said, smiling. She turned her drawing around for everyone to see. "What do you think? Do you like it?"
"I love it," Cecil answered, digging around in his bag. He pulled out two small rectangular boxes. "Kids, we got these for you."
"Yay! Presents!" Palom cried and ran over to get the boxes. He brought the second box to Porom, and they opened them together. They pulled lollipops made of chocolate. Palom's was shaped like a star, and Porom's was a crescent moon. They both squealed gleefully, thanking Cecil and Yang over and over again.
"It was worth the extra gil to get those for them," Cecil said, sounding pleased and content.
Georgette smiled. "You like children?"
Cecil grinned. "Love 'em."
"Huh. Maybe you wouldn't be such a bad father for my grandchildren after all."
While his friends tried to hide their laughter, Cecil turned away to hide his blush. Georgette seemed to make him blush a lot; on purpose?
"Sir Cecil!" someone exclaimed. They all turned to look and saw a blonde man in red armor standing in the doorway, staring with disbelief at Cecil.
"I'm so glad that you're okay!" the man exclaimed, running to Cecil. "We all for sure that you were dead!"
"I had wondered what had become of you, Baigan," Cecil answered, clasping the stranger's hand in greeting. Palom glanced at Porom, passing an unspoken message to her.
Something's not right about that guy, he was thinking.
I know, was her unspoken answer. He didn't read her mind or hear her thoughts, but rather felt her response as a sort of vibe and read it on her face.
What should we do? He wondered.
Let's watch him, he felt her answer. It could be a trap!
Georgette caught all of this, feeling the vibes of their conversation; even though they didn't know she did. And she agreed with them. Now that she thought about it, something did seem different about Baigan today.
"How long have you known they were here?" she asked.
"Since about five minutes ago," the knight answered, bowing respectfully to the mage. "I saw Cecil wandering in the halls, with the monk over there, and I came to see him." Baigan scanned the room. "An interesting lot you've got with you," he noted to Cecil.
"It's a very long story," Cecil informed. "You're not going to report us or anything, are you?"
"Me? No; you're on your way to deal with the king, yes?"
"In fact."
"Don't worry; I'm on your side. Would you mind if I came with you?" Baigan asked.
Cecil's eye lit up. "Of course you can. We need all the help we can get. Be ready in an hour."
Baigan nodded and darted off. "I'll return soon," he called back.
"Another friend of yours?" Yang asked, fastening his new fighting claws to his wrists.
"Not particularly. I mean, we know each other but we aren't really friends. And, the last time I saw him, he kind of got me in trouble."
"He seems happy to see you in one piece," Tellah noted.
"I'm pretty happy that he's okay too. He's really not so bad, I guess," Cecil said vaguely. "Besides, his blade will be a good asset, should things go badly."
"It's best to keep the group small, you know," Yang pointed out. "Five is a lot fewer to keep tract of than six; especially since we all know each other somehow and you and Baigan are barely friends."
After listening to all this, Georgette nodded as if she had made a decision. "I would advise you to watch your back, Cecil," she said calmly. "I sense danger ahead. But, while you're having your fun, I should go look for Cid."
"You'd do that?" Cecil asked.
"Certainly. I have no idea where he's being kept right now, and if you're all starting off within the hour you'll be needing him soon. I'd better get started." She glided over to the stove and selected a glass vial from a shelf. She filled it with the potion she had made the night before, which was a bright pink color, and put a stopper in the top. She handed it to Tellah.
"This is for Porom's cough. She's fully recovered, but she had a nasty scare so she may still have a painful cough for a few days. If she starts, give her a teaspoon of this; it will soothe her throat."
Tellah accepted the vial. "Thank you, Mrs. Farrell."
Georgette smiled. "It's my job. Your niece and nephew are such sweet children; take good care of them, and they will become wonderful people one day."
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Baigan made six. Cecil had no idea why he felt the need to have to much man power just for an interview with the aging king, but something told hm that he did. Tellah, on the other hand, had a bad feeling. Something evil was lurking in the walls of castle Baron, something close by. Something worse than Scarmiglione had been. And he could see that the twins were nervous too; they sensed it as well.
They don't let Baigan out of their sight, he realized. Am I thinking of the wrong person? I've been wondering about the king, myself.
As the approached the wooden double doors that led to the throne room, Cecil stopped. Everyone else halted as well.
"What is it?" Yang asked.
"I don't know," the paladin answered, looking around. "Something's not right."
Baigan began to shake. "What do you think it is?" he asked, sounding scared.
"It feels kind of like…" Tellah said, "a monster."
Baigan started quaking even harder. "You really think so?"
He isn't scared at all, Tellah thought to himself. He's lying. Could it be?
"Wow, are you a rotten liar," Palom scoffed at Baigan, folding his arms and looking annoyed.
Baigan stopped shaking enough to ask, "What do you mean?"
Porom planted her fists on her hips and said, "Sir, I mean no disrespect, but that acting of yours is about as subtle as a crutch."
Baigan scowled at the twins, but when they just scowled back at him, almost demanding an explanation, he grinned evilly.
"Uh-oh," Tellah heard Yang mutter. Whatever was coming, it wasn't going to be anything like they had expected.
""I'll admit it," Baigan laughed, "you kids caught me." He muttered some words in a foreign language, and a dense fog formed around him, hiding him from view. Everyone took the opportunity to back away and brace themselves for whatever Baigan had in store for them.
"I'm sorry everyone," Cecil said sadly. "I didn't think—"
"None of us did," Tellah pointed out as the fog began to evaporate.
What stood before them was definitely not a human. The thing has a smooth, reptilian body, like a salamander, and a long snake's neck which ended with the hooded head of a cobra, still wearing Baigan's red armor.
"It's impressive, isn't it? What have you to say to my new gift?" Baigan said cheerily, moving his serpentine head from side to side.
Tellah felt sick; he wanted to throw up. What kind of low-life scum would allow something so evil to distort and destroy his body like this? The body of a lizard, the head and neck of a snake, and all for enhanced strength. Who would sell himself for such a grim fate? Nothing could be worth this!
He heard Palom whisper to Porom, "I knew he was trouble!"
"We should have spoken up; if we had, maybe this wouldn't have happened!" Porom answered.
Tellah spat at the monster's feet. "Some gift."
Baigan flicked his forked tongue at the sage. "You could never hope to understand. Golbez gave me this wonderful new ability just for the purpose of annihilating you; all of you. You won't be going to see the king, Cecil. And you won't be rescuing Rosa or anyone else."
Cecil set his teeth. "We'll see about that," he informed menacingly.
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I named another character after my best friend's family! Remember, I named Dharma after her dog? Well I named Georgette after her mom 0.0D
I have to say, I wasn't really sure how to end this chapter. Guess we're going to have to have a battle and a half next chapter. -_-0 I mean, if I did the Baigan battle this chapter, I'd wind up with another 14 pager, like before, and I got a lot of comments about that.
Oh yeah, the sad part is coming up soon. Chapter after next, most likely. T.T
Previews, anyone?! XD
If Baigan is willing to betray Baron for power, who can Cecil trust?
"I can't believe that even Baigan, who seemed so loyal, could do something like this," Cecil lamented, staring at the reptilian corpse.
"What I can't believe is that someone's going to have to clean this mess up," Tellah added nonchalantly, gazing in disgust at the growing puddles of black-blue blood on the stone floor.
"I pray that our interview goes better," Cecil sighed, deciding to ignore Tellah's comment.
Another Elemental Lord? In the shape of the king?! What's next, the compacting walls from Star Wars IV?
The turtle-like creature pulled itself inside its shell just in time to avoid the Thundaga.
"He's quick," Tellah said, wiping sweat from his brow.
"He can't move around in his shell," Yang pointed out. "While he's stuck inside, pound the shell with magic until it breaks; without it, he's got no chance."
Cecil only seemed to half hear the idea, and then it took him a second longer to register it. They could all tell that he had added another burden to his list:
What happened to the real king, and where was he now?
But, even through all this trouble, one more chore has been taken care of: Cid is back!
"Someone's getting a complementary face beating for locking me up in that sty!" the man bellowed. But he lowered his mallet and stared around confused.
"What 'n thunder happened in here?" he demanded.
"You missed all the action," Palom informed bluntly. "We beat him already."
"Beat who?" the man asked, sounding frustrated.
Cecil laughed. "Good ol' Cid."
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