Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[wordsinthesoul]

Of course.

[He's not entirely expecting this level of response- though it must be good news, then. If they're still well-regarded- well, he needs to be sure to represent their good name, doesn't he? Though naturally he was anticipating long sessions of research already…]

Well- I feel certain the others will manage in my absence. Well- I can certainly confirm that that is not the case, though it seems we've but a handful of Eorzeans- and many more from other places, from the sound of it.

[haillenarte]

[curious, francel tips his head to one side, as eorzeans are wont to do.]

Is there another Eorzean here? I've met only strangers.

[wordsinthesoul]

They may become friends, in time. [Which is what he hopes in regards to Fordola- though, of course, that's complicated…]

A young lady from Ala Mhigo, brought up under the occupation.

[haillenarte]

[so long as he wishes to maintain a polite veneer, francel cannot honestly respond to that. in truth, he has no desire to make new friends, not after everything has happened, but a woman from ala mhigo is distant enough from him that it will not matter. he nods.]

I see... Ala Mhigo is in Gyr Abania, is it not? East of the Shroud? ...Then we are all far from home.

[he sighs, furrowing his brow.]

Two Elezen from Ishgard, a Scion, an Ala Mhigan — there seems to be no sense in it. Why us, and no others? Something in our aether? I cannot comprehend the logic of this world.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Well- he probably wouldn't advise starting there. But he won't press, at least for now.]

It is indeed. Longer than any had anticipated, I suspect- and I must wonder how it is possible…

[He grimaces a little- with his condition, he can't tell how it would be something in their aether. It may be there's something to it, though.]

That is an answer I would very much like to know myself. I had something of a theory that it might have been due to some danger. Was there any threatening you?

[haillenarte]

I —

[for a moment, francel looks very bemused indeed, as an answer does come to him, but he finds it nearly funny. his reply is both honest and vague:]

There exists no greater danger to me than myself.

[but this tells thancred nothing, he knows. he shakes his head, tries to elaborate more cleanly.]

...At the very least, I know of no attempts upon my life in the weeks before I was taken here.

[wordsinthesoul]

Yourself?

[It's not particularly clear- but enough for Thancred to give Francel a concerned look.

It doesn't seem like the kind of danger he was thinking of, and Thancred frowns, before shaking his head and offering Francel a smile.]

Well, I suppose that's good news, really. But I suppose this means whatever common thread has brought us here is likely something else, then. I suppose- perhaps we might have been called for something here.