*a maskless Luc looks over the ridiculous amount of dead bodies of bandits, the stench of blood in the air*

... Seventy-one... seventy-two... seventy-three...

*Luc glances over at one body in particular, but sighs and turns back to the rest. Let the post-raid clean-up commence!*

*shows up at the castle in the middle of the night.*

They're not here, either.

*actually has an identifiable expression; guilt*

... I'm so selfish...

These newcomers... don't carry Runes. I can't sense a single Rune on any of them... couple this with their peculiar babbling about "Gateways" and their ignorance of this world...

... I'd say they aren't from this world at all, though they look nothing like creatures from the World of Emptiness.

I've had the same meal three times in the last three days. I want something different. I want... meat.

Sarah, would you join me for dinner tomorrow night? Just the two of us? I'm tired of being reminded of my days as a judge in that asinine contest during the Dunan Unification War.

*quietly sitting in the Cafe, a steaming cup of coffee next to him, musing to himself*

... If there is one thing I have learned from Leknaat, it is to know when something foul is about to happen.

Brother, I know you're there. I know what you're trying to do ( Read more... )

Lazlo, Sarah, and I are going to hunt the giant crabs on Mt. Hei-Tou.

As... odd as it would seem for me to invite others along, would anyone else be interested in joining us? All who come get a cut of the loot.

Some of the people here are incredibly obnoxious. I was trying to enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet in the hot baths, reading a firsthand record of the Falenan Civil War, when two of the most vile, asinine women I've ever had the misfortune of coming into contact with went into the baths adjacent to the one I was in, and prattled on about the ( Read more... )

I need to speak with someone in close contact with Leknaat... or at least someone who can explain why Sarah and I are here.