I am a knight of Ishgard, the sworn lance of the Holy See, the scourge of unbelievers, and the foe implacable of dragonkind. It has ever been my dream to be one of the glorious dead, and receive my just reward from Halone in the heavenly garden.
Yet life is sweet, and my friends are dear to me─none more so than my steed and her chocobokeep Maucolyn. The clerics say birds do not go to heaven, and to want otherwise is heresy─which makes an unbeliever of me if they but knew.
The news of the archbishop's disappearance has been received with shock here at the garrison. At present, we know little beyond the fact that Ser Aymeric has stepped up to take charge of the situation.
I have had occasion to meet the lord commander, and he struck me as a man of honor. With his proven leadership, I doubt not that he has matters well in hand, yet I would be lying were I to say that I am unperturbed by these developments.
Ser Aymeric has proven his leadership a thousand times over. What other commander would have conceived of defending Ishgard by setting one great wyrm against another?
Closest Aetheryte: Camp Dragonhead
