"[b]If you would, then take us to Rabanastre. We'll start our search there.[/b]" Grant would request of IRIS. He then turned to Emiri, who had a somewhat confused expression on her face. "[b]We're going to go find your boyfriend. Go gear up--actually go sober up first.[/b]" He retracted his statement as he imagined her shooting him with an arrow. "[b]Come on missy, get moving, we'll get there before you know it.[/b]"

The brunette was in some disbelief, but she did stand. "[b]Okay.[/b]" She told him, though she did make her way out. She stopped for a moment, and then went back to Grant. To his surprise she hugged him again. "[b]Thank you, really.[/b]" She smiled, she then practically ran out. He heard a thump and shook his head; he would bet that she probably ran into the wall in her haste. He would find Jaakuna, otherwise he was pretty sure Emiri would either die of alcohol poisoning or from a blow to the head from smashing her head onto various surfaces. He then took his leave as well, deciding to prepare for the journey.

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Well, Ayane was certainly enthusiastic, that much she had to admit. How in the world was this girl related to Wesley, again? Cassandra wasn't nearly as hyper as this one was. She was pretty much dragged along, and she could see Wesley sweating profusely. He did warn her that his family was somehow worse than hers, but for some reason she just found it hard to believe. Albeit she did have to wonder. Her father was always eccentric and while humiliating, she was somewhat used to his antics. Still, it was nice to finally get a chance to visit Balfonheim, so she couldn't complain. She just smiled assuringly at her fiance and tried to keep up with Ayane.

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The viera all watched Jaakuna as he walked. They were silent and disinterested as always, but the ones that did stare were somewhat alerted by his presence. They would whisper to one another and even those that were maybe close would get a few paces away from him. As a race that was in tune with nature and Mist, it was as if Jaakuna had painted the word 'Zodiark' to his forehead. If they didn't want him here, however, they would have said so. A huntress clad in black eyed him carefully as he walked by, bow in hand. He would then see his path interrupted as the one he sought out had decided to meet him halfway.

"[b]And so we meet again, Prince of Archadia.[b]" Aloa greeted him, sitting on a bench with a pair of viera. The one clad in red--Ryua--was braiding several flowers into her hair and paid little mind to Jaakuna, focusing more on the lady before her, whereas the viera clad in silver--Mtra--watched him with mild curiosity, as if she was looking at a strange animal of sorts.

"[b]He reeks of that Mist that doesn't belong to him.[/b]" Ryua commented rather dryly.

"[b]Such is the nature of humes. They yearn for power that does not belong to them. It has been, is, and always will be that way.[/b]" Mtra shrugged at the other viera. "[b]What folly, one only needs to search within themselves. Patience has never been a strong suit of humes. Such impatient beings, they are.[/b]"

"[b]Not all of them. That is how [i]she[/i] got her power.[/b]" 

"[b]Ah, yes...[i]her[/i]. You have met her, it seems.[/b]" Mtra smirked lightly, crossing her legs. "[b]Your Mist has traces of her magic. It looks like she tried to get rid of that evil within you. That woman knows what strength truly is.[/b]"

Aloa raised her hand, bringing the pair to silence. "[b]It would do the two of you well to listen to the entire story. Even our eyes only see what is in front of us, they cannot tell the entire story. Do tell, prince of Archadia. We are listening, and by doing so we may be able to properly offer aid to your tortured soul.[/b]"