{ Two - Action - Open to Fran and any other interested parties in Lindblum. }

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[ During his exploration of Lindblum, Balthier had found himself drawn primarily to the industrial district, pausing to speak to what amounted to a handful of engineers as he wove his way through the streets and attempted to get his bearings. He had quizzed a number of them about their use of steam as a power source and the recent advances in their technology since the arrival of what they had referred to as the Sky People, filing away what he had learned into a series of mental notes to be reviewed later on. There would be time to return to Lindblum and pick the respective brains of its resident tinkerers at a later date; at the moment, he had a partner to reunite with, a captain to claim from the biting winds of Narshe, and a promised visit to make.

He had made his way to Bobo's Pub, at the recommendation of a local, making himself comfortable only after sending Fran a brief message alerting her to his exact location in Lindblum. He had gone ahead and ordered a drink in her absence, people-watching as he leaned back in his seat at the back of the pub, arm stretched out across the back rungs of the chair next to his with his glass cradled in his free hand. ]

[Phone Call to Porom]

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[Ring, ring.]

[Phone Call]

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[And this one is for...Basch.]