All of them were eating and while there was some chatter here and there, it was mostly quiet. That was until Nadeline would ask — no it was more like request — him to drop her off at Stigma, the capital of Rozarria. Jaakuna really didn’t mind going to Stigma, but he did want to know why. [b]“Why, if I may ask?” [/b]He asked and Nadeline would respond back by saying that her father requested her home. She would express that it was something that her father didn’t usually do, so it had to be something quite serious. Jaakuna would just nod. [b]“Yeah, we can swing by there. “[/b] Jaakuna said.

As Jaakuna would say that they would be able to go to Stigma, Wesley would set down his eating utensils. [b]“I will be accompanying Nadeline to Stigma.”[/b] Wesley said, though Jaakuna raised an eyebrow. [b]“Oh really? Going to meet your future in-laws are you?”[/b] Jaakuna laughed and Wesley turned red. Jaakuna laughed again.

When the two of them were just going back and forth with senseless banter, Savayna sighed. She would, yet again, be left on the ship doing nothing. Well, Grant would be here, so maybe she’ll figure out [I]something[/I] to do. 

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In the Skycity of Bhujerba, the morning sun beams down upon it like no other city out there. Unlike most of the cities in Ivalice, none of them are up in the sky and none of them get such radiant sunlight such as Bhujerba. It’s definitely near 10AM-ish, which definitely brings the citizens out for their daily morning errands. Whether they’re going to work, coming home from work, or actually doing said errands, the streets are full of people going about their business. Among the people roaming around is one that definitely stood out amongst the rest. His heavy-plated, crimson-red armor could make him out unlike anyone else. Besides, the Archadian sigil planted on the backside of his cape would automatically set him out from the rest. 

As this man roams the city, he goes through the square, and in ten to fifteen minutes, he finds himself at the residence of the Marquis. Just simply going into it and to the front desk, he would approach.

[b]“Hello, can I help you?” [/b]The [url=http://otakuhouse.com/images/2012/04/durarara-izaya-orihara.jpg]desk clerk[/url] asked.

Hamut smiles. [b]“Yes, I request an audience with his highness.”[/b] He requested.

The man would look at Hamut. [b]“And who, may I ask, is requesting an audience?”[/b] He asked, phone in hand, but had yet to press the button.

Hamut smiled, and removed his helmet. [b]“I am First Judge Magister, Brandon Hamut Ira Darcone, of the Archadian Imperial Court.”[/b] He announced. 

[b]“Ah yes, then let’s see if he’ll see you. One moment.”[/b] He said, phone at ear and he pressed the button that was a direct line to the Marquis. [b]“Marquis sir, I have Judge Brandon Hamut Darcone requesting an audience with you. Shall I let him through or send him away?” [/b]The desk clerk asked.