[action - outskirts of Lindblum.]
[Rishfee finally makes it to Lindblum exactly as planned; a few days after the conversation he'd held with Vincent and making himself known to the living world once more. He carries a thick leather sack upon one shoulder; the rest of Nashmau's real exports safely hidden within the Mire amidst the fake exports of silks, perfumes, and tapestries planned for trade with Alexandria.
...It simply wouldn't do to lead a chocobo through Walahra-knew what was happening loaded to the brim with explosives, after all. He stares throughout the uncharacteristic gloom surrounding the besieged capital, and awaits the elder patiently. Some part of him knew that the other would know he was close, whichever form he chose to take. Vincent, after all, was not one to not keep a keen watch on his surroundings at all times.]
...It simply wouldn't do to lead a chocobo through Walahra-knew what was happening loaded to the brim with explosives, after all. He stares throughout the uncharacteristic gloom surrounding the besieged capital, and awaits the elder patiently. Some part of him knew that the other would know he was close, whichever form he chose to take. Vincent, after all, was not one to not keep a keen watch on his surroundings at all times.]