[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Midgar. Tall, dirty, home. The city itself didn't look too different than when Galahad left it the week prior: Roads switched between dirt and paved with little rhyme or reason, and neon signs buzzed faintly as they hung above stores, bars and coffeeshops. Chocobos and wagons clattered and splashed down wide thoroughfares, muddy roads too busy to be closed down long enough to repave. Factories far along the outskirts belched thick black smoke up into the air, coal for power, and steel for forges mined and smelted in great quantities to feed the needs of a city and its nation. It lacked the pristine and clean look of Balmung, and despite being a major city still looked like more of a backwater than the notable hub that it was. 

More than one pair of eyes noticed the dragoon as he and his compatriots as they hitched their animals. More soldiers walked around the streets than Galahad expected, perhaps blightbeasts have been becoming more common since he left. Still, there was signs of life about the city, which Galahad was thankful for. A busker with a gravelly bass voice strummed a slightly out of tune instrument on the side of the road, while patrons of a coffee shop nearby made casual conversation over drinks, which mixed with the blare of a jukebox out of a bar and the general din of a crowd going about their afternoon.

Galahad looked over as Izayoi brought him out of his reverie, making it clear that they should avoid using her given name. A fair enough thought- though few would have recognized her face at this point, most of the soldiery would remember the name, or one of her other nicknames. Even if she was their ally for the moment, Galahad doubted it would to much to settle the nerves of anyone that recognized her. 

[color=lightblue]"I'd prefer not to spend more time in Midgar than we have to,"[/color] Galahad admitted, [color=lightblue]"But I should report to my father what has happened in Balmung. He'll be able to restock our supplies, and change out our birds for less noticeable ones."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"As far as lodging, my family owns a hunting lodge near the outskirts of the city. It used to be where the Dragoons assembled before dragon hunts, but its the 'off' season, as most dragons don't return until the warmer months. Plus, since the war we've not had the numbers, so its more or less empty these days."[/color] Galahad offered, [color=lightblue]"Best place to avoid prying eyes and ears, though there are several inns along the main road if anyone fancies that more."[/color]

Pulling his helmet off and shaking his head, Galahad's face scrunched at the smells of the city- an entirely normal reaction to one entering the city of industry, even for a Midgar native. Even just the week away from home was long enough for him to forget the earthy smells of the city. 

[color=lightblue]"Don't ask me for a tour, but here's as good of a place as any if anyone needs arms and armor to be repaired or obtained. We're not here to sight see, but Midgar [i]is[/i] known for its coffee shops.[/color]