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[Ephramadian.]
Salabwahn..!
Forgive me. Those accursed blue devils...

[A rather dignified wraith of a dark-skinned elvaan stands and looks around him quickly. The camera is unsteady. The sound of a moogle's beating wings is audible and a faint outline of a furry paw obsures the lens just for a moment. Obviously, the moogle is carrying the camera. This one is tall. Over seven foot tall, actually. He holds a pistol-sized gun in his right hand. It is still smoking. He stares directly at the moogle yet he does not raise his gun. Not yet. He's too confused.]

I cannot smell the sea.
Great Devourer of Light, what has happened..
Was this...
Have you spirited me from the imperials, even now and forsaken her?
Hear my words, my lord and master. I implore you!
Why?

[Common tongue.]

...
You there. Moogle. That flash of light...
What... is this?

A-another one, Ku-kupo....