Urianger: Lady Alisaie hath sent word of her coming. 'Tis time once more to brave the precipice, and leap, unflinching, into the jagged wound that doth gape beneath the land.
Alisaie: Mine apologies. I trust I have not kept you waiting overlong? [Name]. I am both delighted and reassured to have you at my side once more. I would not waste your time with trivialities─let us proceed directly to the discussion of that which we have learned, and that which we hope to learn anon. Initially, it was evidence of a new primal that led us to delve into the cavern beneath Castrum Occidens, and to explore the subterranean scars left after the fall of Dalamud. As you will well recall, what we found was a vast, largely intact fragment of the fallen satellite. And within the depths of that structure, we discovered not the new primal we had expected, but the broken form of Bahamut himself. ...Yet even this great revelation would soon be overshadowed...by the appearance of my own dear grandfather.
Urianger: I have since shared our sundry findings with Rammbroes, preeminent scholar of the Sons of Saint Coinach, and he, in turn, did kindly furnish me with his theory concerning the elder primal's Allagan prison. 'Twould seem that Dalamud was constructed to gather unto itself the rays of the sun, and thence channel this radiant bounty unto the Crystal Tower. The ancients saw great potential in Bahamut's capacity to manipulate energies of otherwise unmanageable magnitude─'twas for this reason that they did bind him within the red moon to serve as its living core.
Alisaie: Do you remember the sight that greeted us at the culmination of our journey─the colossal devices that surrounded and seemed to cradle the incomplete form of the elder primal? From the information provided to us by the Sons of Saint Coinach, we have learned that these contraptions were termed “internment hulks,” and that each bore the designation “Ragnarok-class.” The purpose of these hulks is believed to be twofold. First, they are meant to act as binding coils, rendering Bahamut incapable of escape. And second... They are meant to feed him. Perversely, the selfsame energy which prevents him from moving also serves to sustain his corporeal manifestation. Bahamut is permitted neither to die, nor to truly live...he merely is allowed to be.
Urianger: For century upon century was the elder primal thus imprisoned─bound about in fetters so subtle in their working, and yet so adamant, that though his cell be destroyed, Bahamut lieth yet at the mercy of his long-departed captors.
Alisaie: ...It has long been held that the primals require the prayers of their faithful followers to exist, yet none alive worship Bahamut. Could it be, then, that the Allagans found a way to simulate prayer itself? It seems the only logical explanation. I would postulate therefore that the regenerative mechanisms in question also supply something akin to the power of prayer. Consequently, if all of the internment hulks were to be rendered inactive, Bahamut should dissolve into the aether.
Urianger: Upon the evidence of thy previous foray, we determined that the elder primal is sustained by three such binding coils. Thus did we commence to scour the realm, and found in the Twelveswood an as-yet-unexplored fragment of the lesser moon bearing a most familiar aetheric signature...
Alisaie: And after conducting a preliminary investigation, we believe we have discovered a point from which this North Shroud fragment─and the second of the internment hulks─can be entered. As Eorzea's sword in the darkness, I would have you once more lead the charge. I will, of course, be there at your side. Once you have made your preparations, head to Fallgourd Float and make yourself known to my assistant, Serpent Lieutenant Anaelle. The fallen fragment is not far from the settlement, and her position provides a convenient rendezvous point. I will break these Allagan fetters. For they bind my grandfather as surely as they bind Bahamut...
Anaelle: [Full Name] I have been expecting you. My name is Anaelle. I have been accorded the rank of lieutenant within the Order of the Twin Adder that I may better assist Lady Alisaie with her endeavors here in the Twelveswood. Such authority has allowed me to act without interference from the local soldiery, and to conduct a preliminary investigation of the Alder Springs fragment. From what we have seen of the exterior, the structure shares many common features with the one you explored in La Noscea, and likely plays host to a similar complement of guardians. But I fear words alone will do little to prepare you for what lies ahead. Pray seek out my comrade to the south and west. He is charged with observing all that occurs in the vicinity of the fragment, and will be well-placed to show you the thing if nothing less.
Sharp-eyed Serpent Private: Oh! My apologies, madam! Lady Alisaie did send word of your impending arrival, but 'twould seem I've grown rather too accustomed to shooing away curious sellswords and reckless explorers. Behold, if you will, one of the fallen shards of the red moon, Dalamud. Our initial survey uncovered no evidence of the Empire's presence, which, while fortunate in itself, meant that the approach to the fragment had yet to be cleared. After much effort, however, we succeeded in carving out a semblance of a path which should grant you access to the entrance. And that, I'm afraid, is where our progress ended. The interior? Well, assuming that the architecture of this hulk resembles the first, the master controls you seek will be located on the bottom-most layer─past all the ingenious and deadly defenses of which the ancient Allagans seemed so indecently fond. If you would know more, I'm afraid there is nothing for it but to brave the depths of the fragment yourself. Lady Alisaie will soon be arriving at Fallgourd. Pray do not tarry on your way back to the lieutenant's post─I imagine our young mistress will be most eager to commence the expedition. The road ahead promises peril aplenty, and I would humbly suggest that this is not the occasion to stint on preparation or provisions. May the Twelve watch over you...
Anaelle: Mistress [Surname]. I trust the private's explanation was worth the journey? Simply securing an approach to the fragment's entrance proved a monumental task. I dare not think what defeating its inner defenses will entail. If there is aught I might do to aid you─
Anaelle: Ah, Lady Alis─ Oh! My apologies, Master Alphinaud! Has there been a change of plan?
Alphinaud: Urianger informed me of the impending expedition. I merely came to exchange a few words with my fellow Scion before she disappeared into the depths of the second coil. [Name]─though I would strenuously deny it were she present, my sister's admiration and affection for our grandsire exceeds even mine own. Upon the matter of his legacy, therefore, Alisaie is wont to go above and beyond the call of duty. In our grandfather's absence, she has made the salvation of Eorzea her personal crusade. 'Twas that which prompted her to brave the perils of the first coil. Yet the fact that she risks her life in this manner is not the greatest of my concerns. No, it is her subsequent fixation upon my grandfather's shade that worries me most. This quest to rid the world of Bahamut must not become a quest to “save” a man long dead. My sister must needs have a better reason to fight. A time will come when the fate of the realm rests upon our shoulders, and when it does, we must be strong in our resolve─and certain of the stakes for which we risk all. There is a wide difference between fighting for the good of Eorzea, and fighting for the love of a man who died for the good of Eorzea. Alisaie must choose her own path. She cannot rely on Grandfather to choose it for her, for he is gone. ...I am glad that it is you with whom she makes this journey. If Alisaie is to discover a deeper purpose, then where better to find one than at the side of Eorzea's greatest champion? ...'Twas there that I found mine, after all. But 'tis past time I was gone! Fair fortune in your endeavors, [Name].
Alphinaud: Ah. Lieutenant Anaelle, was it? I would appreciate you making no mention of my presence here to my sister.
Anaelle: Lady Alisaie is due to arrive at any moment. Pray do not hesitate to call upon me if there is aught else you would know prior to parting. I shall otherwise abide here, in confident expectation of your triumphant return!