[A small yipping noise can be heard in the background of the recording. when he speaks, Cloud sounds dubious and almost wary.]

...Can someone get me a cloth soaked in warm goat's milk?

…

I guess I’ll be looking for some petunias then. Flowers grow in the church, right?

… Elena.

[There is an awkward pause.]

You doing okay?

Sir? This is Cloud Strife, the infantryman, reporting. Location unknown, requesting orders.

This looks nothing like Nibelheim.

((OOC: have infantryman Cloud, en route to Nibelheim!))

I'm checking out the forest.

I'll tell you what I found if you want, Aaron.

( Private to Sephiroth//Unhackable )