[i]Vain's Victors?[/i] Ventus hadn't heard of them. He was out of touch with most goings on outside of wherever he'd been pushed with the promise of gold. What he did understand however, was that he was free to leave, [i]immediately.[/i] Ventus shifted his body painfully, swinging his legs off of the bed and leaning forwards. "My thanks," He grumbled, holding himself upright with both hands firmly grasping the edge of his bed. He felt dizzy. Too dizzy to walk, most certainly. "I am native to Fellmore's farthest reaches, close to the border. This country's chaos is not lost on me. I'd been traveling on my own, effectively, for years," Ventus explained, darting around the captain's question, "And I was expecting a name, miss. I haven't heard of your [i]victors,[/i] regardless of how absurd that might sound. I prefer to keep my head out of politics and war."