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[Uncertain of how he should even address the man, Ramza takes a gamble and attempts to contact him through video. The sellsword looked hesitant, almost wary to speak, but Ramza forces the words to come. He could not dawdle again, no. He mustn't dawdle if he wishes to protect Gaia from a threat far dangerous than any ill-mannered sorceress.]
Greetings, Your Excellency.
'Tis a shame we could not speak upon a more pleasant topic, but I, Ramza Beoulve, wishes converse with you in regards of the events that transpired within the Festival of the Hunt. I am nothing more than a humble sellsword hailing from the lands of Ivalice, but I know of what caused such a ruckus within your kingdom.
I speak of the Zodiac Stones and the beasts that lurk within them.
If time is given, I shall speak more, Lord Fabool.
[He tries his best to bow without knocking his sky phone over.]
Greetings, Your Excellency.
'Tis a shame we could not speak upon a more pleasant topic, but I, Ramza Beoulve, wishes converse with you in regards of the events that transpired within the Festival of the Hunt. I am nothing more than a humble sellsword hailing from the lands of Ivalice, but I know of what caused such a ruckus within your kingdom.
I speak of the Zodiac Stones and the beasts that lurk within them.
If time is given, I shall speak more, Lord Fabool.
[He tries his best to bow without knocking his sky phone over.]