Ivalice. It is the name of the country I came from. [But he gives a nod - a man who just lives on the road? Well, a young one. He understands...] I don't stay still, even within the country. I am but a sellsword - a mercenary. [...But his eyes narrow. A war-torn land, his hands tighten.] That is no way to live, people fighting for their own selfish reasons - using the many soldiers as pawns. There must be a way. [...] Perhaps that is why you came here. This land seems calm, but it may carry answers for both of us from our worlds.
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[But he gives a nod - a man who just lives on the road? Well, a young one. He understands...] I don't stay still, even within the country. I am but a sellsword - a mercenary.
[...But his eyes narrow. A war-torn land, his hands tighten.] That is no way to live, people fighting for their own selfish reasons - using the many soldiers as pawns. There must be a way.
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Perhaps that is why you came here. This land seems calm, but it may carry answers for both of us from our worlds.