Your Honor. I have learned a great deal concerning Ivalice, and I feel it best to inform you of it immediately.

There is a tavern in this hotel. Once you have found this message, you shall find me there.

It seems that much of the powers that would guide this world have been notably absent as of late. In light of this, as Judge Magister, it is hereby my duty to take matters into my own hands.

The Law shall be upheld above all else, and those who choose to cross it shall be met with Justice.

That is all.

[though the following text has been posted to the network from Gabranth's device, the handwriting is very clearly not his own.]

Day 500Aerith's having a baby! I can't believe it. I had no idea that normal people were born like that. It all seems so... complicated. I wonder if I can have a baby, too. I don't know if replicas can ( Read more... )

Three orders of business ( Read more... )

Another one of your own has disappeared ( Read more... )

Xion.

I wish to extend my deepest, sincerest apologies to you for my earlier actions. I did so with the sole intent of preserving your safety, but I did not take your wishes into account. In retrospect, that may have been the wiser course of action.

I ask only for your forgiveness.

[there appears to be an odd, loosely-organized collection of notes on the Mognet, all written in the Judge's informal hand.]

( image beneath the cut (because the mun couldn't transfer this to text) )

[the script, normally neat and precise, appears to have been written with a halting, unsteady hand.]Heavy Mist lies at the edge of this world. Whether it serves any purpose beyond casting one back into the city, I do not yet know. I do not wish to look into it a second time ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention that there have been some disappearances as of late ( Read more... )