He wasn't sure exactly how long had passed since the battle, but Cid was still on the road to recovery; about at the end of it, but still there. Such was the effect of fighting a Lucavi on one's own. Despite the bed rest he needed, the Brigadier General was going stir-crazy staying cooped up in his inn room all day. He needed fresh air, a walk, and maybe a drink.

These three things led him to the business district, where he walked into the first pub he saw, a place he vaguely remembered walking into a few times in the past. Cid sat himself down at the bar, ignoring the usual stares he got for being his height, and quickly ordered a drink.