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Characters: Agrias, Balthier, and Fran
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Agrias, Balthier, and Fran arrive at the Port City of Warjilis via the cloaked Strahl and, with a number of likely harmless objectives, set out to explore the city.
Location: Port City of Warjilis – around and about
Date: March 26, 1804 – Morning
Warnings: None at the moment
Of the three locations upon Gaia's map that bore names synonymous with distinct Ivalician locations, it had been decided that the Port City of Warjilis was likely best suited to satisfy the wants, and more importantly the needs, of the Strahl, her crew, and her guest passenger. The matter of compromise had not been breached, for it had not been needed. A successful port city was, by definition, a highly active center of trade and commerce possessed primarily of and by the merchant class, whose overall attitude was tantamount to jurisdiction over the city regardless of whatever authority attempted to claim her. In that regard, it was quite possibly the most neutral ground upon which any man, woman, or child could walk save in instances where great political pressure forced its citizens' hands.
Of course, that didn't mean it was a pristine location. That most any wanted man could walk her streets plainly as a celebrity without fear of arrest meant one less thing for the party to worry about, but more, too, for such information was privy to all rather than a choice few and the thief-pirate really was quite the popular for a crime he maintained he did not commit. And Agrias did believe him, for those who claimed the occupation of pirate thrived upon laying claim to deeds that bolstered their notoriety. Political assassinations, though, were another matter entirely and three days aboard the Strahl in the company of the alleged assassin and his lady partner had been enough to lay the matter to rest in her mind; though, it did help that other matters, such as the verification of the possible Ivalician locations, locating and speaking with any Ivalicians she might find within their limits, and garnering information, demanded her attention first and foremost in the constant present.
When at last the Strahl docked in Warjilis' skyport and the party disembarked, it was not worry that gripped the lady knight, but that certain air of restlessness more often than not intrinsic to one unaccustomed to dwelling in the skies for any length of time upon their first few ventures. (Not that she hadn't enjoyed her time upon the Strahl, she had. She was simply unaccustomed to sky travel and land matters were first and foremost on her mind at that moment.) Hers was an understandably eager step paused to allow her traveling companions to gain their bearings upon stepping from the cloaked ship. She spared no time in thinking they might need to. Already her eyes were turning about the skyport, which was new and unfamiliar to her and already quite lively at that hour.
"It would seem we shall have our work cut out for us," Agrias said, resting one hand atop the hilt of her sheathed blade as she observed their new surroundings. "Lionel's sole port never saw such activity as this within Ivalice."
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Agrias, Balthier, and Fran arrive at the Port City of Warjilis via the cloaked Strahl and, with a number of likely harmless objectives, set out to explore the city.
Location: Port City of Warjilis – around and about
Date: March 26, 1804 – Morning
Warnings: None at the moment
Of the three locations upon Gaia's map that bore names synonymous with distinct Ivalician locations, it had been decided that the Port City of Warjilis was likely best suited to satisfy the wants, and more importantly the needs, of the Strahl, her crew, and her guest passenger. The matter of compromise had not been breached, for it had not been needed. A successful port city was, by definition, a highly active center of trade and commerce possessed primarily of and by the merchant class, whose overall attitude was tantamount to jurisdiction over the city regardless of whatever authority attempted to claim her. In that regard, it was quite possibly the most neutral ground upon which any man, woman, or child could walk save in instances where great political pressure forced its citizens' hands.
Of course, that didn't mean it was a pristine location. That most any wanted man could walk her streets plainly as a celebrity without fear of arrest meant one less thing for the party to worry about, but more, too, for such information was privy to all rather than a choice few and the thief-pirate really was quite the popular for a crime he maintained he did not commit. And Agrias did believe him, for those who claimed the occupation of pirate thrived upon laying claim to deeds that bolstered their notoriety. Political assassinations, though, were another matter entirely and three days aboard the Strahl in the company of the alleged assassin and his lady partner had been enough to lay the matter to rest in her mind; though, it did help that other matters, such as the verification of the possible Ivalician locations, locating and speaking with any Ivalicians she might find within their limits, and garnering information, demanded her attention first and foremost in the constant present.
When at last the Strahl docked in Warjilis' skyport and the party disembarked, it was not worry that gripped the lady knight, but that certain air of restlessness more often than not intrinsic to one unaccustomed to dwelling in the skies for any length of time upon their first few ventures. (Not that she hadn't enjoyed her time upon the Strahl, she had. She was simply unaccustomed to sky travel and land matters were first and foremost on her mind at that moment.) Hers was an understandably eager step paused to allow her traveling companions to gain their bearings upon stepping from the cloaked ship. She spared no time in thinking they might need to. Already her eyes were turning about the skyport, which was new and unfamiliar to her and already quite lively at that hour.
"It would seem we shall have our work cut out for us," Agrias said, resting one hand atop the hilt of her sheathed blade as she observed their new surroundings. "Lionel's sole port never saw such activity as this within Ivalice."