Grant just couldn't believe it. Not only had he lost Emiri, he had also been sent on a wild goose chase. What fucking luck. Gods he was just so angry and in such disbelief. How could he have let this happen, really? Still, something was off about this whole situation, really. He stopped his chocobo and dismounted, watching Harris do the same. The blonde general looked at him curiously. "[b]My lord?[/b]" He asked him.

"[b]Something bothers me, Harris.[/b]" He told him as the wind whipped the sane around them. "[b]You said you have been everywhere. Last I heard you had gone to Eruyt to rescue Reia from the viera. Now you're in Rabanastre looking for Aloa. That would mean that either Aloa had left Eruyt at some point to go back to Stigma...so why would you need to look for her?[/b]" He raised his gun at Harris. "[b]Tell me, what was your true purpose for leading me here? Does my sister still want me dead? Is Emiri's disappearance your doing?[/b]"

The two men stared at one another, though Grant did not put down his gun. Harris stepped forward so that even with the weather, Grant could still shoot right through him. "[b]Grant...I suppose...[/b]" He stopped for a moment and then looked away. "[b]How many years have I dedicated myself to Rozarria? How am I supposed to react when my Majesty orders the death of her brother and niece? I thought about it for a long time. I traveled to Jahara in order to find wisdom. The Garif are very wise...suggested that I confront my Empress with my hesitation. Little did I know that upon my return to Stigma and inform my Empress she would become very displeased with this news. And so instead she hired an assassin. To protect you, I challenged this assassin.[/b]"

Grant's eyes widened in disbelief. "[b]No...[/b]"

A rush of sand blew in front of Harris, and the man no matter stood in front of him. Instead a woman took his place. "[b]He lost.[/b]' Lola stated as the wind continued to pick up around them.

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How utterly rude. Nadeline would cross her arms, clearly displeased with this riffraff in front of her. There always was one bad apple in the bunch, it seemed. Still, she found herself rather surprised when he would let them know there was no price for the information. They would speak, obviously hinting at some sort of connection between Wesley's father and Hashmaal. The Sword of Order was of great interest to Clyde, it seemed. Still, she found herself raising an eyebrow at a term he used. A Chosen One? Chosen for what? "[b]Care to clarify?[/b]" She asked him.

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Aloa nodded at him, and Jaakuna would see that the white lights were now a deep red. "[b]The next step is facing your solitude. No man is an island, no matter how much we try to shut out others. Friends, lovers...we are all connected to one another, we are all beings under the shadow of the sun.[/b]" Aloa explained to him. "[b]No matter how much you believe you need to be alone, you must know that the relationships you have had over the years--those of family, those of friends, those of lovers--every single one of those creates the delicate lines that connect yourself to people. To overcome your solitude, you must remember your bonds with people.[/b]"