"Of course they were easy, they were just the scouting squad to see what they were dealing with." Grant stated as he served everyone their food. He then sat down, a very serious look on his face. "If you didn't kill them, they'd report to their boss--the real issue and obstacle. I didn't think she would attack IN Stigma...I'm more than sure they would find a way to track us down as well."
Nadeline bit her lip lightly. She didn't want to think it was true, but the truth of the matter had been laid out in front of her. The blonde found it somewhat difficult to have an appetite after hearing this. Sure, she was glad they had been easily disposed of, but it was just one more enemy they had to worry about. Vincent, Ixion, Harris, Reia...it seemed as if everyone in Ivalice was the enemy now. She carefully drank her coffee, thinking to herself. It was truly worrisome. All of them seemed to have a target on their backs, with Wesley being the sole exception: Emiri was wanted for her power, Jaakuna for his status as a disgraced prince, Savayna for betraying her country, and herself and Grant for being in Reia's way of ruling.
Emiri took out the would-be assassin's dagger, placing in on the table for all to see. "I don't think I've ever seen this dagger from any of the known clans that I know about." She told them, contemplating the identity. "That would mean whoever it is that Reia hired is not well known, which makes it more difficult to anticipate their move."
"Then perhaps we should lay low?" Grant suggested. "Or at least, keep our activity away from any major cities?"
Nadeline nodded. "On the farthest shores of the river of time... shrouded deep in the roiling Mist... the holy land sleeps: Giruvegan. That should be our next location." She spoke. "It is said that with a certain key, we may gain access to it. I believe this 'key' is the same thing that was in the Tomb of Raithwall." She looked at Jaakuna. "In Giruvegan lies the next Esper, however...flying there is not an option. It is located in the Jagd Difohr, beyond the Feywood, cloaked in a Mist greater than anything in Ivalice. I do not recommend flying the Ifrit through this unless you are absolutely sure it can handle it."
Nadeline bit her lip lightly. She didn't want to think it was true, but the truth of the matter had been laid out in front of her. The blonde found it somewhat difficult to have an appetite after hearing this. Sure, she was glad they had been easily disposed of, but it was just one more enemy they had to worry about. Vincent, Ixion, Harris, Reia...it seemed as if everyone in Ivalice was the enemy now. She carefully drank her coffee, thinking to herself. It was truly worrisome. All of them seemed to have a target on their backs, with Wesley being the sole exception: Emiri was wanted for her power, Jaakuna for his status as a disgraced prince, Savayna for betraying her country, and herself and Grant for being in Reia's way of ruling.
Emiri took out the would-be assassin's dagger, placing in on the table for all to see. "I don't think I've ever seen this dagger from any of the known clans that I know about." She told them, contemplating the identity. "That would mean whoever it is that Reia hired is not well known, which makes it more difficult to anticipate their move."
"Then perhaps we should lay low?" Grant suggested. "Or at least, keep our activity away from any major cities?"
Nadeline nodded. "On the farthest shores of the river of time... shrouded deep in the roiling Mist... the holy land sleeps: Giruvegan. That should be our next location." She spoke. "It is said that with a certain key, we may gain access to it. I believe this 'key' is the same thing that was in the Tomb of Raithwall." She looked at Jaakuna. "In Giruvegan lies the next Esper, however...flying there is not an option. It is located in the Jagd Difohr, beyond the Feywood, cloaked in a Mist greater than anything in Ivalice. I do not recommend flying the Ifrit through this unless you are absolutely sure it can handle it."