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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

Esben's plan was riskier than he'd like, but war had taught him that there was no such thing as a perfect plan, and a good enough plan was often good enough. Esben's plan was good enough to pull off, and should anything go wrong they had enough skill on each team that Galahad figured could react and adapt to the changing situation. With the plan more or less in place, the groups split.

Esben, Eve, Rudolf and Izayoi stayed behind with Ciradyl to be 'captured', while Galahad and the others left ahead of time to make their way towards the detention center. Progress was slow, but methodical as they quietly combed their to positions around the prison itself. A small house occupied by a few of Ciradyl's agents gave them a view of the prison itself as they hunkered down and waited for their captured friends to be transferred to the prison.

They didn't wait long, Galahad shifted from his vantage point as he saw the patrol return with their friends in tow. Not soon after, they could hear alarms blare out and the sounds of fighting within. Since they'd set up early, the Kirins remained undetected as Valheim riflemen set up on the rooftops and streets around them. The airship was a complication, but they had some time before it arrived.

"They certainly didn't wait to kick things off." Galahad commented as he pulled his helmet over his face and hefted his halberd, his armored visage regarding the others. "We need to deal with the gunners, and secure the exit route."

"Arton, take the others and secure the ground- focus on the side we discussed and secure an entrance. If things go bad we need to be able to get in there and help out." Galahad glanced at Eliane and the rifle on her shoulder. "We'll secure the rooftops and cover you from above. Everyone keeps an eye out for communications equipment and runners."

"We'll deal with the airship when it gets here, everyone, go, now!"

With that, the Kirins quickly flowed out of their hidey holes, ready to cause some havoc. Skidding to a stop on the street, Galahad paused for long enough for Eliane to grab a hold of him. Once she was secure, Galahad burst from the ground, gravel and tile scattering as the Dragoon and Gunbreaker soared into the air, landing on one of the rooftops where Valheim was getting dug in.

A quartet of gunners were scattered across this particular roof, startled by the sound of metal greaves crunching against the stone tiles of the rooftop. Before they could react, the Dragoon was upon them, his halberd swinging in a wide arc. The hefty blade crunched clean through the lighter gunner's armor and took one torso clean off its legs, a second gunner quickly diving out of the way in time to prevent himself from also being bisected. A panicked shot ricocheted off the chimney as Galahad sidestepped the frazzled soldier. Quickly closing the distance, Galahad planted his armored boot on the man's chest and heaved, sending the man screaming a few stories to the ground.

"Ready to move, or staying here?" Galahad grunted as he glanced over to examine Eliane's handiwork.

SPIRITUM

Collette Van Skymning

"W-what are those things?!" Collette yelped as Justice sprinted across the ground, the bow in her hands bouncing unsteadily as she tried to aim and fire while being slung over a shoulder. Arrows of light streaked towards the robot, several missing or hitting it ineffectually before Collette finally scored a another lucky headshot on it. While it didn't seem as though the headshot downed the robot outright, the residual light seemed to have messed with its sensors enough that the thing finally ceased firing, seemingly no longer able to get a proper target.

"Where are we- oof!" Any protestations from the princess were quickly put on hold as the young woman was dumped into the back of the truck, spluttering and coughing as her body clattered against half of the things that Gerard had so haphazardly thrown into the back earlier.

As Justice stuck her head back out the back of the truck, she was greeted not by blasts of lightning, but the rest of the Barghests squad scrambling up the side of the crater and to the waiting and relative safety of the truck. Luckily for them, while these robots seemed to be dense and hardy, they didn't appear very fast- that and the damage that most of them sustained meant that while a team of olympic athletes were sprinting away from them, the robots were hobbling after them like a paraplegic death squad. At this distance, even if they fired their weapons, there was enough distance and reaction time for the squad to dodge or throw up barriers. Seemingly safe from immediate conflict, Gerard took a half second to catch his breath, hand on his side as he pulled out of his phone. No service, still, but it didn't stop him from turning on his camera and taking a few pictures of the robots before grabbing the edge of the truck and pulling himself up.

"By Gaia, these fuckers really don't give up, do they?" Gerard asked, legs swinging over the edge as he settled himself.

Finally able to collect herself, Collette let out an eep as another few folks, seemingly around her age began to climb into the back of the truck, the bow in her hands shedding a faint white light to illuminate its interior. Now, seemingly out of imminent danger, the girl had a second to take a good luck at her would be saviors. Her eyes slowly went from the scars that adorned Justice's body, to Gerard on his phone, the mountain of a man that was Morden, then to the comparatively diminutive size of Valerie and the crate of supplies she was sitting next to with the prominent dull blue sword painted on it.

"Y-you're all Wardens?" she cried out in half surprise, panic notably rising in her voice. She knew the girl who'd grabbed her was one- if only from the logo on her tanktop, but she wasn't expecting to be literally surrounded by them. They were all so young too, probably no older than she was.

"And you're a Vangar Princess," Gerard chipped in unhelpfully, "Now that we all know who eachother are-"

Gerard's voice trailed off as he looked up into the sky. There was a faint rippling, as if the air was falling in on itself. Seemingly pulling itself out of thin air, a ship materialized into the sky above them. The night-time sky suddenly filled with the looming silhouette of a leviathan sized ship comparable in size to the largest of Rassvet airships, though not with the same shape. Clad entirely in deep, dark metal, and bulbous and rounded in shape, with the barrels of weapons sticking out all around it like a sea urchin or porcupine. If the Princess was an overabundance of the natural Mist they were used to, the craft above them was on the other end of the spectrum, cold and foreign and uncomfortable. It produced a metallic groan, a noise that reverberated across the ground and seemed to worm its way into their heads, a rattling and scratching that effected their mist sensitives more strongly than others.

Objects began to be jettisoned from unseen launch ports, they came soaring towards the ground like meteors but as they approached the ground, the blue lights of counter thrusters could be seen. Standing within skeletal frames appeared to be robotic entities similar to those they'd just fought moments earlier. The landed into the broken ground some twentyish meters from them, throwing up clouds of dirt debris into the air as they did. And with another metallic groan from the ship this one at a slightly lower frequency like buckling steel, dozens of glowing eyes stuttered to life around them. And one by one they stood up from their personal craters and methodically and slowly made their way towards the group, joining their already damaged brethren. Up above, Gerard saw a flashing orange light from one of the ship's spines.

"Kali drive! Get us in cover!" Gerard shouted. No sooner than his sentence had finished the ground some fifty meters to their left exploded, the resultant explosion showering the truck in dirt and stone chips. The ship's position put it between them and Sapple Springs, though it was all open ground between here and Sapple Springs anyway. North took them in the opposite direction of the small town, but would eventually open up into an actual forest with tree cover to break line of sight.

The Envenomed

ECHO DOMAIN - PLATFORM #2884

The trip back to the ship was a mundane one, which after such harsh fighting was agreeable. The unztadtlige was a creature of war, but lulls in the conflict were to be enjoyed as well. The Warform was left behind in the great bioship's hangar, awaiting repairs and servicing as it had took the brunt of the damage Echo had sustained. Not to mention the hulking figure of the Warform wouldn't have fit in the corridors anyway.

Instead, the Endoform plodded heavily behind the rest of the squad as they slowly filtered into the semi-organic conference room of the ship for their debriefing. The Endoform didn't tire like natural humanoids did, so it didn't see the need to sit down and 'relax' but it did hunch down on its legs in the equivalent of 'taking a knee'- mainly so the Endoform would not obstruct the view of others. The human of their group had already begun conversing with their commander, though much of her speech made little sense to the colony. Echo's best guess was that the humanoid was upset about taking damage to her exterior shell.

Before Echo had fully finished processing their compatriot's vitriol, another entered the room, one not originally with their strike team. Introducing itself as King, Echo's visual scanners found it incongruent with the typical human norms, despite its similar shape. Multi-spectrum scans of the figure illicted something close to discomfort. Echo quickly switching back to its standard camera. The Endoform emitted a short mechanical whine that could be best described as frustration. Like Kleo, this one spoke in strange sentences.

"Report. All directives completed successfully." The Echo platform corrected over its external speakers, both the command unit and the newcomer not yet added to the squad comm network. The head of the Endoform turned to the biomechanical commander. "Acknowledged. No current inquiries."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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It seemed as though they were getting right down to business. The Kirins as a group didn't particularly needed a lot of convincing, their unique blend of idealism and valheim hatred seemed to be enough. In a way, the straightforwardness of their business was refreshing from the constant politicking of Edren nobility- they reminded Galahad of his army days. Almost immediately several of them began chiming in, discussion concerns and options. Piggybacking off of his own initial thoughts and fears, Izayoi more or less condensed their methods of attack into a set of three plans: A prison raid on a highly fortified former magistrate's office, an attack on the execution procession, or rescuing Hien mid-execution, though it more or less seemed like the last option was a desperate last hail should everything else go wrong.

From what he could deduce, some small amount of local forces were available to them, though with their limited numbers and Renzo's apparent protestations, it seemed as though Team Kirin were going to be doing the vast amount of the heavy lifting in whatever plan they took on.

"Whichever plan we go with, we should work with the assumumption that Reisa is waiting and ready for us. Even if she isn't, we should be prepared for a tough fight." Galahad chimed in, his tone even and clear. Not quite the same tone he took when he was in Edren's army, but obvious enough that he was in a relative comfort zone.

"A raid on the convoy might be the lightest target we'll hit, and happens to fall well into my own personal wheelhouse." The Dragoon noted. "The relative open space let's us use our big tools- like Eve and Miina's magic to their fullest extent, but Hien will be exposed to the chaos the entire time." Galahad's brow furrowed a bit, "They will be alert and expecting someone to try something, not to mention there's a potential crowd to worry about, and without an exact route plan, we're guessing where they'll be and adapting on the move. Not untenable, but too many moving parts, too many variables. "

Turning to their potentially new Osprean allies, Galahad quickly regarded Ciradyl and Renzo. "Do any of your agents have an idea of what the inside of the magistrate's office looks like? Perhaps worked there before the occupation or is currently embedded there now?"

Pouring over their provided map, Galahad checked the relative locations of streets and alleys to the office, all of the potential routes to get in and out of the place. "I think a strike on the detention center will have the most opposition, but the least amount of unknowns. I'd rather put trust in our fighting abilities than fate and luck. A raid at night might catch them unaware, which also plays in our favor."

"More than the detention center garrison, my biggest worry is the reinforcements they bring to the fight once things are kicked off- that's where an infiltration team will come in handy. We need a way to cripple their ability to communicate, whether that means taking out their radio communications or cutting down any runners leaving the building. Along with taking out any targets of opportunity will pave the way for the extraction force to punch through and find Hien."

Turning to Izayoi, Galahad offered the mystrel woman a wry grin. "Regardless of how we go in, it goes without saying it's probably best if you're on the extraction team. If Hien only sees this-" Galahad tapped knowingly on his Dragoon helmet sitting on the table, "I think he'd be less inclined to follow, he'll recognize you though, right?"

SPIRITUM

Gerard Biserus

The bots' outer shells were certainly tough, but they were damaged- and the Barghests were able exploit what available weaknesses there were. The robot that Val and Gerard were targeting was having difficulty picking a target, perhaps prior damage from the crash or just the cycling attacks from the Barghests were dividing its attention. It didn't notice Kalina coming from above until it was too late. As it turned to face her, Val's empowered shot took out its knee, sending it to the ground. With its broad shoulders, its arms swung ineffectually, failing to grab Kalina as she latched on and struck its head again, armor plating shattering under repeated blows. It froze up suddenly as Kali's final strike hit something critical, and the steady hum of its electronics falling silent.

A few yards away, Morden had successfully tossed the second bot into a mist pocket, Silje detonating the pocket moments later. Gerard felt a vein pop and he was about to scream at the rest of the group to start moving away, but Silje, predicting the response, erected a barrier around the pocket, sealing both the resultant explosion and the bot within. The robot disappeared in a wave of concussive force and fire, its silhouette disappearing in a bright flare of light. Like a fire without oxygen, the explosion quickly ate up what mist was available, and as the flower of flames faded, all that remained was the burnt out husk of the robot. While it maintained most of its shape, its metal plating was slagged, its joints were fused solid and no lights remained in its skull.

"Dare I say it," Gerard chuckled, taking a moment to quickly collect himself. "But that wasn't too difficult at all!" The smile quickly fell from his face as in the distance, Gerard noticed a few more chunks of debris starting to shift. Another robotic hand ripped out of bent metal scrap as it tried to pull itself out of the wreckage. In the darkness beyond, Gerard could spot bluish lights grouped together in lines of four- at least a half dozen more starting to find their way out of the wreckage.

"Justice found the Princess right...? Gerard called out as he took a nervous step back, gathering several pounds of dirt, ash and dust with his magic before crashing it into the ground between them, forming a impromptu smokescreen. "I think regrouping and a tactical retreat back to the truck might be a good idea."

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Collette Van Skymning

"Alright, okay, let- Wha?!" The princess let out a panicked cry as Justice unceremoniously threw Collette over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and began sprinting away. Another lightning bolt flew towards them, striking the ground where Justice stood just a moment prior, while another arced across the air and hit the ground a few feet in front of the two, sending dirt and small bits of rock debris scattering across the WARDEN's face and arm. A small fist ineffectually beat at Justice's back for a moment but quickly stopped as Collette realized that even on her shoulder, Justice ran faster than she did on the ground.

"V-violent?" Collette asked, though in the dark and on her shoulder, Justice couldn't make out any of Collette's facial details. A few moments later, Justice could feel the mist welling around them as the princess conjured a bow of light in her hands. The positioning was a bit awkward- but since it wasn't a real bow it didn't need the same sort of space that a regular bow would require. A bright arrow of white light flashed across the dark, striking the robot in the chest. Without waiting to examine its effectiveness, a second and third bolt of light flew towards it, one striking the robot's face as the other crashed into the dirt. Another bolt of lightning hit the ground in front of Justice as the robot returned fire, its weapon still working, but a bit less accurate than before.

"Its slowing down! I think!"

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc
Ciradyl Ianthyra

Mentions: @Ithradine, @HereComesTheSnow, @The Otter, @Psyker Landshark

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At the very least introductions seemed to have been going well. Compared to Midgar things were going swimmingly. No attempts to demand party members kill each other nor poorly disguised animosity. Granted, everyone seemed to be putting their best foot forward, but this was something Galahad could work with.

The Faye looked down into her cup of tea, hands shifting to cup it on both sides "I do not have much information for you, unfortunately." Her gaze and attention shifted over to Rudolf "What I can tell you is that you are the first to reach Osprey. Our resources have been allocated to more important missions. The only reason I have been keep track of Team Kirin is Izayoi, of course." She said as matter of fact.

Ciradyl warmly smiled at Galahad as he got around to properly introducing himself, gently shaking her head as she sipped her tea. Her eyes closed for a moment to savor it before looking back at Galahad when they opened "You are quite welcome. It is my pleasure to host the companions of Izayoi." There was no signs of the hostility that Chisaki had demonstrated earlier. She finished that last of the tea in her cup and set it down "I am also quite concerned about the Blight. I do have something I need done but I shall explain when Renzo joins us." The Faye quietly assessed the forms of Eve, Miina, and Robin as they remained quiet amidst the party before returning to the conversation. She made no noticeable looks when she passed over Eve.

"With any luck, we may come to a mutually beneficial agreement then." Galahad noted with a nod, taking a figurative step back if not a literal one as Izayoi gave an abridged version of her story. He'd pieced together most of it from their interactions, what few tidbits she'd dropped here and there, the name she'd chosen in Midgar, and the like, though he'd yet to have heard her tale in its entirety.

"The mountain pass by Atsu was where Gerant's body was recovered." Galahad mused aloud, more to himself than in response to Izayoi's story. Izayoi's last stand had been at the same place his brother had died, his body almost too damaged to be recognizable. At the very least now he had a clear picture of where the rage came from, even if he already had an inkling before. In some ways, Galahad could begin to understand his father's rage towards Osprey and Izayoi in particular. In a way, Galahad felt as though he were intruding on a story that was not meant for his ears. Izayoi and he were allied by their cause, the Blight and the threat that Valheim posed. But had this been years ago- or even months ago, any exchange between the two of them would have likely been with steel and blood rather than words and tea. Even five years past, the scars of the war had not healed on either side. Galahad was curious what would happen after all of this- if they even survived. Would it end with only one of them returning home?

Galahad would find his musings interrupted by the appearance of one of Ciradyl's men, Renzo, bringing tidings of what was going on within the city. The news was grim, but he hadn't expected Izayoi's response. Desperation, panic at the news of Lord Hein's impending execution. Galahad was already familiar with the name Kaien. His father's rival, defeating him in their first meeting, only to have the back of his army broken by a charge from the demon herself. Fate really did act in strange ways. Galahad remained silent, listening to the counsel and pleas of his party members. Izayoi seemed set on taking the Lord back herself, Rudolf seemed set on not letting her go by herself. Esben sought information and advised caution. For their host, Ciradyl seemed not to be surprised, but rather frustrated.

"Even if I said no, I think you'd run off and go after Lord Hien anyway, and take some third or more of our party with you." Galahad replied with a frustrated sigh, a hand massaging his temples. His eyes flickered between Izayoi and Rudi before shifting over the rest of the party and landing on Eve. Even if she wasn't looking at him in particular, it was easy enough to deduce her intentions. "As Rudolf pointed out: This is likely a trap- Reisa knows we're marching through Osprey, and she knows what would draw at least one of us out."

"The reason this group is in Osprey is to root out the blight. Killing Valheimr is a secondary, if inevitable goal." Galahad paused, "But. I'm not in the habit of leaving innocents behind, and I'd rather not start now. Besides, we can't afford to split what fighting power we have. Once Valheim starts picking and pulling us apart, we're dead men."

"Esben is right. Before I'm comfortable accepting this, we need information and we need a plan. Preferably one that doesn't bring all the Valheimr in the city down on our heads at once and gets us killed. We need to be fast and precise. Unless your forces are keen on fighting in the open streets." Galahad said, glancing at Ciradyl. Well, he had just been telling Rudolf and Robin about how they needed to earn some goodwill with the people of Osprey before they began helping them or changing their opinion- this wasn't the worst first step on that path. "Preferably we'd hit the prison or house they're keeping him in. Out in front of the palace has too many sightlines for riflemen- unlike us, Hien neither has armor to stop bullets, nor the speed and mobility to dodge them, one unlucky shot would lead to failure. With our number and arms we'd have the best luck forcing them into close quarters."

"Anyone else? Options? Opinions?"

The Envenomed

ECHO DOMAIN - PLATFORM #2884

Acknowledged. Falling back. The Warform crackled as it began lumbering towards the rest of the squad. Small subarms within his carrying compartment began grabbing things and organizing them to the side, the walls of the compartment deploying a set of jump seats. The warform began stomping its way towards Ilshar's location, even as the Endoform made a sprint for the main body itself, leaping into the air and merging with the 'head' of the walker, its weapons reintegrating into the main body of the unztadtlige. Recommend. Boarding vehicle.

Their latest threat was out of sight, but not yet out of mind. The autocannons began to spin up but not yet firing, the head of the warform scanning for targets even as the body itself began to lift onto its anti-grav boosters, making its way towards the dismounted members of the squad. It'd be easier for them to evac if they were all relatively close so one or more of them were not scrambling for evac while the rest waited. Plus, even damaged, Echo's armor was hardier than most of the trees or boulders they'd be able to hide behind here.

Shadowrun: Lost Heir

"Van would be good. Or Box truck." Frost agreed, her eyes half-heartedly scanning the map that CAPTCHA had set up for them. "Between the drones and the guns, I'd rather not be arrested for domestic terrorism." She and Nadya hadn't been this far west in a while- and had never been to Lisbon either for that matter. The streets looked cramped, but crowded and rowdy suited Frost's needs better than quiet and clear. It was easier for someone of her size to blend into a crowd when there was a crowd to blend into. A van would at least allow them to stow gear without getting stopped by cops every few steps.

"We'll need to set up a safe house. I'm not sharing a truck bed with this one." Frost grunted as she jabbed a meaty thumb at her sister. "I'm not sure how long we plan on staying in Lisbon, but if we're looking for a needle in a haystack, chances are we'll be here a while."

Being on the plane for so long and with so little information was more irritating than it was relaxing, and short of pacing up and down the plane cabin, Frost's aggravation was subtle, if still noticeable. She wasn't a fan of sitting around idly, and without any further information from their Mr. Johnson, all they were doing was basically twiddling thumbs and shooting the shit until they landed.

Leaning over, Frost reached over towards the plane's bar cart sitting conveniently close by- the two sisters having already raided the minibar for all its worth and grabbed a bottle of their acquired whiskey and a handful of tumblers. Their hosts had told them to make themselves at home after all. With surprising deft, especially given the relative size difference of her hands versus the glass, Frost quickly poured out a set of drinks and gestured for everyone to take one.

"Drink." Frost commanded, picking up one of the tumblers and downing the amber liquid instantly. "There are two types of people- those I shoot at, and those I drink with. Decide."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

Mentions: @Psyker Landshark, @Ithradine

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Somehow they'd made it past the gates of Kugane without being carted off or recognized. It seemed at the very least the shinobi was a woman of her word. Galahad had never been to Kugane before, his father had oft spoken about how they were going to march into the city and raze it by the end of the war, but such a thing never happened, thankfully. Even under Valheim occupation, the city held a character and charm unlike any city in Edren he'd see before. The streets were smaller and more crampt, and Valheim soldiers stalked the street, but the city still held awe in Galahad's eyes.

However, they had not come to Kugane to sight see. Their guide had shown them to a rather discreet and nondescript abode. There, they were greeted by the Faye Ciradyl, or more specifically, Izayoi was, the two sharing an embrace before she acknowledged the rest of them. Old friends indeed, Galahad couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at how warm Izayoi's reception home was, at least compared to his own. His face remained still as he and the rest of the party filtered into the room. As he set leaned his covered halberd against the wall and gingerly set his helmet down on the table, Galahad caught Izayoi's eye, and the simple nod that followed. Best to get things started then.

"Lady Ciradyl, thank you for your hospitality." Galahad said softly as he took a seat and pulled back his cloak, his hair well maintained despite their dusty travel conditions. Getting us into Kugane alone was incredibly gracious. In time, hopefully we are able to be repay your kindness."

"As Miss Chisaki has said, we are Team Kirin, one of four groups tasked with putting a stop to the Blight." Galahad continued, his tone even and polite, pausing to take a sip of the tea that had been poured for them. Bergamot tea was not exactly a Edren drink of choice, but he supposed it tasted fine enough. "Though, if you knew of us, I suppose it's safe to assume that you were already aware of our objective as well."

Galahad was unsure why they were summoned here, though he had a sinking suspicion it wasn't just so Izayoi could have tea with an old friend. More likely than not, the Faye would have something for them, if she would give it to them by virtue of her relationship with Izayoi, or require a task of them in return remained to be seen.

"It seems you are already well acquainted with Izayoi." The dragoon said with a slight nod, "My name is Galahad." he said simply, with a formal dip of his head, opting to omit his family name as well this time. "How may we be of service?"

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

Mentions: @HereComesTheSnow, @VitaVitaAR

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Galahad wasn't exactly thrilled to be stepping into an inn that saw most of its traffic as valheimr officials, but they didn't exactly have anywhere else to stay. As noted before, their group was hardly subtle. Camping outside of town was just asking to be investigated by a passing Valheim patrol. Plus, they were already in the inn, leaving now would just attract more attention.

It wasn't hard to miss the glares thrown their way, were they that obviously Edreni? Well, maybe a few of them more obvious than others. Robin for instance- while not technically dressed in the full regalia of an Edren Officer, was pretty darned close. Galahad noticed the exchange she had with the shinobi, given her demeanor, he perhaps shouldn't have been too surprised with the interaction, but it caught him off guard nonetheless. Luckily the monster hunter Rudolf was quicker on the draw than he.

"Edren and Osprey hadn't gotten along for a long time even before the war." Galahad noted quietly as he shifted in his seat next to the other Edreni. "The war was a product of some generations of bad blood between our countries, and, much like Edreni, Ospreans are a prideful people. If looks could kill, we'd have been dead long before we entered these doors. At the very least I would be. Ospreans think about as favorably of Dragoons as we do their Samurai."

Galahad shifted again, his armor creaking subtly beneath his cloak. Not unlike Izayoi in Midgar, it was perhaps in their best interests if he kept his identity on a need to know basis. The last thing they needed was an old Osprean warrior recognizing his name or face and either running to Valheim- or pulling together a mob. "The two of you have your heads in the right places. We have the opportunity to do some real good here. I'm unsure if it'll make a difference in the grand scheme of things, but perhaps we can change the minds of these people."

Galahad glanced about the room and sighed, "But for now, perhaps introductions are best left to those who won't be starting off on the wrong foot." He snorted lightly, gesturing towards Esben and Elaine chatting up their no-longer-as-cold shinobi guide. "At least she doesn't look at Elaine as though she wants to rip her guts out."