Edgar had arrived at the town of Figaro. It was a picturesque settlement, relatively quiet during the break of morning. Instantly he noticed a large ship supported by a large air balloon.
("That's the Falcon right there, that could only mean...")
Edgar then took note of the fatigued Chocobo he rode was tired and stressed from the long journey across the desert sands. He dismounted from it's feathery body to ease it of backache and steered it by the reins on foot. He guided the creature to a large shack nearby, for once it felt refreshing to touch soft grass once again compared to the grainy rough sand texture that often clogged his boots and hair.
The large Chocobo seemed to brighten up as it saw the warm hay in the large open doorway. At this point Edgar didn't feel he needed to hold the reigns any more and let go of the bird, allowing it to wonder inside. "That's better now, isn't it?" Edgar spoke kindly to it, stroking its yellow feathers.
"Wark!" The Chocobo happily cried in reprisal.
Edgar shut the stable door and walked back towards the fresh air, checking if the Falcon was still there. It was. "I wonder if Setzer is still here," He speculated.
There was only one place to find him, and that was on the ship itself.
Setzer was a man proud to put his life on the line, he considered life was a gambling and winning was surviving. He enjoyed nothing more than a game or two that involved cards or dice, or the spin of the wheel of luck. Nowadays, he would go from town to town, challenging men and women alike to a game on his ship, and at that he was an excellent player.
The ship was not a far walk from the stables so Edgar proceeded to walk by foot. As he walked up to the proud contraption he saw a stepping ladder that allowed passage up to the deck of the ship. Grabbing onto the handles, Edgar began to climb up the ladder step by step, advancing slowly to the top. As he drew closer to the deck, he heard the voice of excited men cheering. Edgar soon noticed that as he launched himself off of the ladder onto the ground in front of him, there was no-one too be seen. It was then he realised the voices were coming from the room adjacent. As he ventured through the doorway, he saw some men crowding an unfamiliar man who also was filled with excitement and greed flooding his eyes.
"Wahoo! This beauty will soon be mine!" The man cheered. Across the table, a much lonelier man sat across the table. His hair was white, his face was pale, covered in several scars. He looked glumly at his cards. He wore a long black trench coat lined with blue cloth.
"Setzer!" Edgar cried at the white haired man "What are you doing, wagering the Falcon like that! I thought it meant something to you!" Edgar interrupted.
"Quiet!" The other man groaned "You're cramping my style, jerk. This place will be MINE when I'm done."
Setzer remained quiet to Edgars question, continuing to look at his cards.
"So man," The unknown character laughed "this is it, draw you're lamewads!" The men behind him began to cheer as he laid out his full set of numbered cards.
Setzer sighed to himself "I guess you win then," before laying down his own hand of cards.
As the words of defeat began to slip from his mouth, the men cheered like hooligans. Setzers hand contained all reds including a queen and a king. The man suddenly realised as he winced over the cards that he had defeated.
"Whaaaat!" The man gasped.
All his men went quiet. "Oh dear," Setzer apologised. "I guess I do win after all,"
The man's excitement turned to hatred. "The hell! You were bluffin' all along weren't ya?"
Even Edgar had been fooled. Setzer was a master of mindgames and Edgar had bared witness to his talent of gambling which despite the scare, was quite entertaining.
"So hand it over," Setzer slyly instructed, looking at the paper in the hand of the distraught man.
"You're a cheating bastard!" The man was still reluctant to accept defeat so suddenly.
"I have just played witness to a king, why would I cheat?" Setzer made use of Edgar's appearance well. The man closed his eyes in detest and slammed the rugged piece of paper on the table, before hastily barging past Edgar of of the door. His comrades slowly followed.
"So, did you enjoy my show?" Setzer asked Edgar.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"The man was over confident. Those types are easy to beat," Setzer added.
Which begged another question that pressed Edgars mind. He looked at the paper that the man had left behind. "What is that anyway?"
Setzer scooped the page into a single hand "A map to a place of a valuable treasure," he firmly replied.
"Ah I see," Edgar looked at the paper intrigued. He couldn't quite make out the map as it was crumpled in Setzers hand. "Could I ask a favour of you to drop me off at Narshe?"
"On one condition," Setzer replied.
Edgar seemed to read the man's mind "You want to check out the map location first?"
"Well done!" Setzer applauded "By the looks of it, this place isn't too far from the Narshe coast, it would be such a pity to let my treasure sit and sour for so long,"
"Alright. I'll accept that offer," Edgar agreed.
"Not a problem," Setzer slyly replied.