[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Ramuh ended the fight rather handily, and with only a moment given to the fallen guardian Famfrit, the party had set their sights on what they had came here to do. Purifying the Crystal of Water was a rather simple task- given everything they'd been through already. With little more to do than to hold the crystals Cid had given them up to the corrupted Crystal, eventually the Crystal was returned to its original state. It's brilliant shine was a thing of beauty, a welcome reprieve in the darkness. Time wasn't on their side unfortunately, the Crystal was healed, but Valheim was still on their way. All of their work down here would be for nothing if the Valheimr were successful in taking the city. 

The side chamber of the cathedral wasn't exactly an inn, but it served as a makeshift staging ground for the Kirins as they prepared for the inevitable assault on the city- to rest and recuperate as best they could. How long did they have before Valheim arrived? Hours supposedly, time that simultaneously dragged on, yet wasn't enough at the same time. It reminded him of an old adage from militaries across the continent: Hurry up and wait. So wait he did. Galahad sat himself down against the wall, pulling off his armor as he attempted to get at least [i]some[/i] rest. He winced as he sat down, his injuries weren't severe in the grand scheme of things, but they certainly weren't comfortable either. He glanced around, preparing to find a healer for his injuries- only for one to find him first. 

[color=lightblue]"Neve,"[/color] Galahad greeted the white mage and former Kirin, [color=lightblue]"It appears that we always seem to run into each other during grim times."[/color] he remarked. They shared a somewhat sad laugh as Neve went about healing his injuries. He winced as the white magic went about its business, testing his mobility as the bruises and scrapes slowly healed and the pain dulled. 

[color=lightblue]"I don't suppose that since the whole mess with Grovemasters has proved that they were compromised this whole time, you'll be joining us?"[/color] Galahad joked, but he knew it wouldn't be quite so simple. Now with only one of their three Grovemasters remaining, it seemed that Neve would be needed here in Drana Asnaeu for much of the conceivable future to help stabilize the region. 

Galahad contented himself with his friend's quiet company for a while, before her attention was inevitably drawn away by someone else's injuries. Now with a moment of quiet, Galahad couldn't help but run himself through the many names of those that had joined their cause, and those that had left for various reasons. Team Kirin as they were now was considerably changed from the group that had originally left Balmung a proverbial lifetime ago. Of the original party, only he, Izayoi and Eliane remained. Perhaps it was because he was alone with his own thoughts, perhaps it was because they were facing an impending invasion, but Galahad wondered how many of them would survive this ordeal. After all, they still had more Crystals to find and secure- and even then, there was no guarantee that the Blight, or Valheim would stop.