In the morning, Larsa is waiting to travel with us to Bur-Omisace. He mentions running off from his escort, so yes, it seems he really is sneaking out windows at night to engage in this skullduggery. There’s probably a crowd of Judges getting their shit wrecked in Zertinan Caverns, where he purposely led them to get eaten by skulwyrms. Ashe is willing to travel there with him, but says she hasn’t quite made up her mind yet about what to do once there; it will take some convincing along the way to set her on one path or the other.Not the last time this will be the premise of our journeys. But Larsa has an ace up his sleeve, and tantalizes the princess— and the player— by revealing another reason he wanted her to come to Bur-Omisace: to meet someone, “both friend and enemy,” but he coyly refuses to say anymore until they get there.
Our cast dynamics in tableau: Ashe and Basch together, staring ahead; Balthier and Fran together, looking askance at the youths; Larsa gazing at Penelo gawking at Vaan acting a fool.
Well, successful troll is successful, and half the party goes traipsing back to Ozmone at his well-shod heels. Meanwhile, Basch hangs back with Han and Chewie. Basch points out that Mount Bur-Omisace is in the Jagd Ramooda, and thus they have nothing to fear from Imperial air power once there.
Balthier grabs him by his fool shoulders and screams, “What the fuck do Dalmascans have against paying some goddamn attention?!” And, shaking him like an idiot child, adds, “Do you not remember last week? When exactly what you just said totally fucking happened? To us? THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE DIED!”
Fran, as always, merely stands wordlessly by, likely offended someone else would try to deal exposition or geography trivia to her, while her keen viera senses are ruffled by the shifting of a fate now viciously tempted.
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