"Well now," the thief started. "this is quite the predicament."
"Mind telling me as to who the hell you think you are?!" Cid growled. He could once again feel that bizarre feeling.
"Ames is my name. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off." the thief said as he sweep kicked Cid, knocking him down and allowing him to escape with the valuables he had stolen.
By the time Cid had gotten back up and outside of the ship, he saw Ames already on shore, and sprinting off into the distance.
"You bastard!" Cid roared. He grabbed everything that Ames had left behind of his belongings, consisting only of his garments, and the knife he had brought.
"Come one Strenn! We need to go NOW!" He shouted at his shrouded client.
"Why exactly are you in such a hurry?" He asked.
"Why am I in a hurry?! Did you not just see that jackass run off with my belongings?!" Cid shouted.
"I did." Strenn answered. "But the only place close enough to here where he could make any profit off of his stolen loot would be in Cornelia City. And that's also where we're headed. You can calm yourself."
"You don't understand!" Cid exclaimed.
"And what exactly is it I'm not understanding?" Strenn asked.
"Look, the sword he stole from me was a gift. It was forged by my fiance's brother Rorran, a black-smith. He started working on it the day she gave word of the proposal. Their parents have passed and so Rorran is now in charge of the family. He gave that to me as a "Welcome to the Family" present. That blade means too damned much to me to let it be stolen." Cid explained.
"Listen to me Cid, nothing's going to happen to that blade. It will be returned to you." Strenn told him.
"I can only hope."
"Let's just be on our way, and chances are we'll be able to find him. The odds are in our favor."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get to Cornelia already!" Cid said excitedly.
He grabbed Strenn by the arm and started sprinting towards the city in the far distance.