Ashelia - 007 [Text, filtered from Vayne]

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I encountered a rather... ill tempered man beside the inn just now - the local signmaker. I had thought to enquire, given his wood carving skills, whether he may be able to craft a cradle in time for the birth of my baby. He seemed displeased by the idea; moreso, when I revealed I have not the gil to satisfy his ridiculous pricing.

Perhaps it is too far a hope that any of you are gifted with your hands?

Balthier, Fran - how do you fare aboard the 'Garden'? I had heard Mjrn was also in your company. Surely, you should soon reach your destination.

First [Video/Spontaneous]

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[A buzzing whir accompanies static. Soon after, distant music fades through the cacophany of whatever mechanism the moogles handed to the primitive Dalmascan. There's the sound of a sigh, and then a grunt. A disheveled, rumpled Vaan fades into the picture, but he's looking back at a moogle fluttering away.]

W-wait? Where're you going?
 And how come you guys are fat?

[...There's an angry 'KUPO' sound and Vaan mumbles something; the picture changes to a different angle as Vaan backs away from a most likely miffed moogle.]

Okay okay okay, sorry--I--look, what's this place called again?

[Distant moogle-chatter.]

Treno? Am...am I in Rozarria or something?

[Silence. Moogle giggle.]

Waddya mean 'just use this'? [the picture changes back to a very confused Vaan, quirked blond brow and split lip.] Uh. I can sorta see myself. In the corner of this... screen thing.  [he looks back at the moogle, who is fluttering away again.] Hey, wait! You never told me what these stones were for! Or--or like anything, for that matter!

...A lotta help that was! Tch. Since when do I take advice from a fat moogle, anyway?

[Vaan pouts into the screen] I dunno what this is, or if anything out there can here me, but I really would like to talk to something other than static and little colorful dots. `M Vaan, by the way. And --yeow.. everything hurts...