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Characters: Vayne Solidor, Kuja
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: How to make tools of war with Mist 101
Location: Troia
Date: One week after this
Warnings: None



At the tip of the Forgotten Continent lay Troia. Never before had Kuja walked into a place like this. It was surprising enough that, in comparison to his assumed knowledge of the world map, the city itself existed. The guards were women. The soldiers were women. Even the shopkeepers were women. Immediately he decided as soon as this meeting was over he would be leaving. Even if the local were friendly to him, the environment was not fitting.

Instead of going out and wandering around town for a face he didn't even know, a call was made. It would have been best for Vayne to come to him, after all. Avoiding what's called the Chocobo Nursery and the King's Bounty Pub, he settled down at the inn while he waited. Hardly appropriate, quaint and dull as it was, but it'll do. With the device in hand he sent a message consisting of text to Vayne.

Vayne, I have arrived and am waiting in Troia at the inn. It is regrettable that your business had to be held here. Arrive quickly so we can re-locate for the performance.

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Vayne received the message and snorted at it. Someone else who found this town little more than a hub for peasants. Hardly anything to match the grandeur of his own Archades. Still, a conquest was a conquest, which emboldened him to continue with his plans.

Upon his arrival at the inn, his company was easy to locate. All others bore the distinct appearance of provincial, whereas this other stood out. His taste in attire was questionable at best, but this was perhaps for the best. "Kuja, is it not?"