"I may not have been here. I have taken to wandering, in order to see the entirety of this world. It may be easier if I could acquire a chocobo... perhaps permanently. Renting one is convenient only if one needs to make a short trip, and I mean to travel quite consistently for a time. Perhaps I should attempt to recreate the noble cavalries of Ivalice... They could be useful for more than my own wanderings, and it would be a means of income. After all, there is no Rozarria here."

He knew he was rambling, but it was at least a subject of conversation beyond relived memories. Signaling the bartender for another drink, Al-Cid shook his head slightly. He didn't really notice Vossler's odd looks toward his perhaps questionable clothing, but he would soon enough; it didn't seem like the man to stare so blatantly, especially not at clothes.