As bored as he was with picking through the dressers of servants, Gideon perked up when he heard Nero's voice. Finally, it seemed like something interesting was going to happen. With more speed than haste, he set off towards the Commander's location, only occasionally checking that Blair was still behind him. 

Finally, Gideon threw open the bizarrely rustic door and strode confidently into the room. "Carrahy here, what had you got for.... oh, holy [i]shit.[/i]" That was a Behemoth. Ivalice had a Behemoth in their basement. Why did Ivalice have a Behemoth in their basement?

His mouth dry, images of a war with this monster sprang unbidden into Gideon's mind. He pictured it striding all across Algareth, wrecking skyscrapers and filling the sky with ash. He saw it swatting the airships of Teirland out of the sky like flies. He saw whole armies break before it, the war over before it began. And for once in his life, though he'd never admit it, Gideon was frightened.

"What do we..." he whispered, then swallowed and spoke in a normal pitch, "What do we do?"