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Characters: Mjrn, Ramza, Kain?
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Indigo Dragon hunt
Location: Esto Gaza
Date: June 1804 (pre-Tidus/Yuna wedding)
Warnings: TBA


Mjrn had no more love of the Lost Continent's cold climate any more than she did when visiting Narshe. There had been little thought in her mind to return...but people in need could not be ignored. If the dragon was truly a threat, then she would aid in eliminating it. That her new partner, Ramza, might posses relevant knowledge would be a boon to them as they sought the creature. If Kain was able to join them, all the better. Hopefully soon, the people of the holy shrine would be secure from the threat.

Thus it was that the young dragoon paced at the edge of town with spear in hand, waiting for her partner to arrive. She was eager, bordering on impatient, and it was all she could do not to run off without him. Yet her demise in Narshe had cooled her head a little; there were promises made regarding her welfare, and Mjrn would do her best to keep them. She glanced up to the sun, barely past midday. He would be here soon, she hoped. In the meantime, the young Viera remained watchful, all the more so for her diminished senses.

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Unlike Mjrn, Ramza still knew nothing regarding the world of Gaia. He had no idea what to expect once they traveled to the Lost Continent, but the sellsword was glad he brought a cloak in Figaro. While he had no need for the dark green cloak while visiting the desert kingdom, Ramza found himself thankful he brought it nonetheless. He told Mustadio that he would sure enough return to Figaro after this expedition, but he had yet to inform Agrias of anything. He needed to call the lionsguard knight soon, just to be sure that she was well. After being swept up within the conflicts of this realm, Ramza found himself with very little time to act freely.

Hurrying along, Ramza came to a slow halt once he spotted a long-eared woman nearby. The Viera looked terribly out of place in this drab setting, much like how Fran looked out of place aboard Balthier's Strahl. Figuring the woman to be a kin of Fran, Ramza did his best not to stare at her long ears. "I beg your pardon, miss." He said with a faint smile.

"Are you 'Mjrn'?"