Our organization, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, was formed through the union of two separate entities. The first was comprised of Sharlayan natives such as myself, and was called the Circle of Knowing.

The second, made up of individuals that share your rare gift, was known as the Path of the Twelve.

The terrible events that ushered in the Seventh Umbral Era taught us that only together may we stand against the evil that seeks to consume us.

Our organization, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, was formed through the union of two separate entities. The first was comprised of Sharlayan natives such as myself, and was called the Circle of Knowing.

The second, made up of individuals that share your rare gift, was known as the Path of the Twelve.

The terrible events that ushered in the Seventh Umbral Era taught us that only together may we stand against the evil that seeks to consume us.

I have heard word of your deeds. I am sparing in my praise, so know that you have truly impressed me.

Be that as it may, it is fortunate that Thancred arrived when he did. Had he been but a moment later, I shudder to think what may have transpired.

We will continue to focus our efforts on investigating the primals. The Amalj'aa are not the only tribe that has succeeded in summoning its deity.

I yet have matters that bear investigation. Pray return to Limsa Lominsa and report the defeat of Titan to Commander R'ashaht Rhiki.

Greetings, Forename. I thought it fitting that I seek you out and offer my gratitude for all that you have accomplished.

With the addition of the two engineers you rescued, the Waking Sands has become lively indeed.

Were you aware that entry to the Sands requires the fulfillment of certain conditions? One must either gain recognition from the Scions...or earn the approval of Tataru. Our Lalafellin clerk has quite a discerning eye for character.

As you have doubtless witnessed in your travels, the lands of Eorzea are gasping under the pall of a suffocating darkness.

I must wonder if it is this darkness that invites disaster, or simply that disaster has left such gloom in its wake. One thing is for certain: now is not the time to relax our vigilance.

It is fortunate indeed that we were able to regroup here─I did not care much for my chances of surviving a foray into an imperial stronghold alone. But I am certain that together, we will find a way to rescue our fellow Scions.

We may have surmounted this latest trial, but the worst is yet to come.

We must remain focused─I will not see our efforts wasted in futile regret. And as for Thancred... He and I have much to discuss.

The Maelstrom has committed its forces to the operation. In fact, the pirates look forward to their part in this naval warfare with something approaching unholy glee.

You need only concentrate on the task that lies before you. We stand vigilant at your back.

Welcome back, Warrior of Light. We, all of us, prayed for your safe return.

The Seventh Astral Era has dawned, setting in motion a myriad of new beginnings. I suspect our paths will diverge for a time... Have you said your farewells to the Scions?

In bringing the struggle against the Empire to a decisive end, the nations of Eorzea spent much of their military strength.

I fear the beast tribes have caught scent of this temporary weakness, and will give us scant leave to rest. A hero's work is never done, Forename.

The Company of Heroes is the most celebrated mercenary band in the history of Eorzea. Even so, I must admit I have never before met one of their members face-to-face.

I imagined that a warrior who had toppled both Titan and Leviathan would seek to bask in a lifetime of fame and glory...yet he seems to have settled in a place distinctly bereft of adoring crowds.

As you can see, our Sharlayan allies have furnished us with a wealth of new tomes. 'Twould be prudent for you to broaden your knowledge as well.

History is our friend, young one. The answers to the problems of the present are oft to be found within the past. We need but seek them out.

Of late, this area has played host to many a bloody skirmish between Lominsan and Sahagin forces.

The summoning ritual is taking place at the beastman aetheryte deep within. Thither we must go.

Obstructing our way is a multitude of checkpoints. It would be well advised to dispatch as many enemies as possible along the way, that we might avoid later interference.

Let us take separate routes and merge before the aetheryte, the better to confuse the enemy sentinels.

If we meet Leviathan on the open sea, we put ourselves at the primal's mercy. We must think of a way to face him on equal terms.

The storm has passed and a moment's quietude is ours. Tataru is using her newfound time to further her studies, and I would follow her example.

If living in Eorzea has taught us anything at all, it's that such restful moments are fleeting. Dark clouds ever stir anew on the horizon.

Just as some children possess wisdom beyond their years, some adults are little more than children writ large.

Remember this, and it should save you a measure of frustration in your dealings with those around you.

Enjoy your respite, Forename, for you certainly have earned it. Just do not relax your guard overmuch─unlike a certain someone here.

I fear Yda's boundless optimism is beginning to affect my better judgment. And your tendency to triumph against the most terrible of foes is certainly not helping matters.

Every time I speak to Riol, I realize how much there is that I do not yet understand about the kobolds. I am fortunate indeed to count a former member of the Company of Heroes as friend and confidant.

Yes, yes─'twould be foolish to sacrifice nutrition for flavor...

The key to successful negotiations is discerning the other party's motives─and the key to that is a comprehensive understanding of circumstances past and present.

Research into Ishgardian scripture has yielded little of value. That is, unless you've an interest in learning new epithets for Shiva. “Vile witch”...“traitorous heathen”...“mother of heresy”...“dragon whore”... Need I go on?

Tataru has grown beyond childish fantasies of becoming a songstress. Now she aspires to be...to be a legendary street performer.

True, young leaders can be more amenable to new ideas. Then again, their lack of experience and influence can hinder their ability to enact reforms.

When the city of learning was abandoned, a great many tomes were scattered and lost. How smoothly our research might proceed were we able to peruse the archives of yesteryear.

Though it may seem tedious when compared with the smiting of terrible foes, poring over crumbling scrolls is one of a Scion's most important duties. Without the illumination of knowledge, we but vainly flail at specters in the dark.

The Rising Stones feels somehow colder. Moenbryda always carried with her such an abundance of warmth and cheer.

<sigh> Do we not have more pressing matters to attend to?

I have had little success in recruiting soldiers for Ishgard's war. Few Lominsans care for the troubles of distant Coerthas...

In spite of its appearance, that mechanical monstrosity is a primal, and it is causing us no end of worry. No sooner do we put down one primal than another appears to take its place. I am beginning to see a pattern...

"From His pitcher poured forth the waters of knowledge, and in His honor were they named.“ A story passed down from the days of the first Sharlayan settlers. Days which have long since passed into history... New peoples, new cultures, new traditions─and new names, too, aye. Let us pray they put a modicum of thought into it when the time comes.

If you are looking for Krile, you should find her at the Rising Stones. She was asking after Thancred, though she did not explain why.

I feel the presence of the horn beneath us. It and the core have become as one, forming an instrument of unbridled destruction.

If we do not stop the core now, it will soon grow beyond the ability of anyone to contain. It is little wonder our foe was loath to reach out to it with his own hand.

You too are come to inspect their facilities? As you can see, they have done well to set aside this much space, but their supplies are insufficient.

Krile and I shall remain here for now. Should you have need of us, you are welcome to visit.

I am told you have been busy. As have we, lest you wonder. None here shall perish for want of proper treatment.

Ah yes, asking everyone's opinion before making a critical decision. Truly, this is a far better arrangement than having centralized leadership.

I think I shall make a habit of checking for primal influence before our meetings from now on.

I will do what I can to decipher the tablet's contents as quickly as I can. Though I fear it will require time we can ill afford, even with Urianger's help.

In my time here, I read through texts covering all manner of topics regarding the Ronkan Empire, but there was surprisingly very little pertaining to linguistics.

I suspect they were lost in the chaos that ensued at the time of the Flood. If there were a word to describe such a terrible loss of knowledge, it is one we will now never know.

There you are. I take it there were no pressing matters to keep you in the Source, then?

If not, I may have need of you in the near future. There is still yet so much to be learned of this world. So many mysteries begging to be solved.

The greatest perhaps being the truth of Emet-Selch's words that fateful day in the Qitana Ravel. A most troubling matter to be sure, but remember: it is not a burden you must bear alone.

Thanks to Beq Lugg and the Crystal Exarch, we at last have a plan on which to focus our efforts.

As you know, in Seeker of the Sun culture, the title tia indicates a male who does not preside over territory. In regards to this, Alphinaud came to me with a consultation.

The Crystarium may not be a territory in the traditional sense, he said, but our friend governed it with great leadership nonetheless. As such, would it not be inappropriate to call him “Tia”?

As it is by no means disrespectful to omit the title, I told Alphinaud that he is free to do so if he wishes. But I for one intend to call him by his full name. At least until he has decided what he wants for himself in his new life.

I wonder what our friend Emperor Solus would think were he to learn that his own flesh and blood is seeking to usher in the Final Days─together with a rogue Ascian, no less.

Idle musings aside, I pray that Thancred and Urianger return safely, and with the intelligence we sorely need.

None can deny that Hydaelyn's blessing has been a great boon to our cause, but much remains unknown with regard to Her true intentions.

Given everything we have learned from our encounters with the Ascians, we must keep our minds open to any and all possibilities.

I take it from Alphinaud's absence that he is still carrying out his inquiries.

Though I am sure he is capable of compiling the necessary information by himself, he would benefit from your assistance, and more importantly, moral support.

Those who are brought within close proximity of the towers are tempered into serving Garlemald, then forced to summon lunar primals with aether drawn from the land.

But even having understood this, we are yet to uncover what the Telophoroi wish to achieve by all this. Are the towers purely for strategic advantage or do they serve some other purpose?

In case you were wondering, Krile and I have yet to confirm anything worth sharing with the rest of you. We will reveal our findings in due course.