Traveler

She couldn’t tell what woke her up initially. Whether it was the numbness in her arm or being surrounded by freezing water, she pulled herself up. Azlyn could see the gentle rise of the sun through the trees—which was strange because she had the strangest feeling she should have been in Ul’dah.

“Good morning Azlyn.” She recognized that voice—the calm demeanor and soft undertones in the woman’s voice.

Groaning, Azlyn looked up to the woman wearing white pristine robes. Her white staff in her hand, blonde hair perfectly tied back into duo buns behind her face.  “How did I get to Gridania?”

Better yet, how did she get into the care of the Elder Seedseer Kan-E-Senma? And why was she without clothes?

The woman smiled warmly to her. “You were brought over after your untimely collapse. You’ve been in my care since late last night.” She knelt by the water’s edge and reached out. She closed her eyes as she listened to the nature. “The water has healing extremities that help accelerate aether flow and rejuvenation.”

Azlyn noticed the lotus pads floating around her, as well as the lack of pain in her body. She looked down to her arm and clenched her fist. She didn’t seem to notice any pain. “Thank you—I guess. Who was the one who brought me?”

“I was.” Her attention now brought over to Ozwin, his back was faced away from the pond as he sat cross legged on the ground. “Your cousin and Kida weren’t answering their linkpearls last night, so I had brought you to Gridania to find them…only I didn’t know where their apartments were.”

The Elder Seedseer smiled. “And that’s when Miounne noticed your unconscious body in the Carline Canopy. She called for the conjurer’s guildmaster E-Sumi-Yan, however he said there was naught he could do. Thus, you were brought to my care.” She offered her a hand to help her up from the pond. “You are feeling better?”

Azlyn nodded. “My arm doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

“And her nosebleed?” Ozwin commented from the back.

“Caused from stress. She is not only the Slayer of Ifrit, but also Titan’s Bane.” The Elder Seedseer brought Azlyn to the table where she noted a change of clothes had been prepared for her. She did note that her spriggan hoodie was missing. “Your hoodie is being cleaned. My siblings will ensure its safe return when it is done.”

Azlyn looked down at the new chemise she wore and turned to Kan-E-Senma. “I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you—and thank you. If you don’t mind me asking, could you please make sure rumors don’t spread about what happened to me?” She bowed to her. “Also, could you keep it from Roll and Kida?”

“If that is what you wish, I will be happy to speak with the few individuals and guards who saw you. No one shall speak of this incident.”

Azlyn gave a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted to do was worry her cousin or Kida anymore. They already had enough on their plate.

Kan-E-Senma walked over to Ozwin, gesturing for him that it was alright to get up. He slowly roused, cracking his back and neck. He must have been sitting there an awful long time. “I am full glad I could aid our warriors of light when they required it.”

Ozwin coughed loudly, clearing his throat. “Well if she’s doing all better I’ll take my leave.” He looked ready to run out from the wood, as Azlyn caught the strange plural tense that the Elder Seedseer used. If there was one thing she was good at, it was catching the small nuances in conversations. Azlyn furrowed her brows in bewilderment.

Kan-E-Senma tapped her staff loudly upon the ground, which stopped Ozwin in his tracks. When he was stopped, the woman turned over to give Azlyn a smile. “Azlyn if you would give me a moment, I’d like to speak with this gentleman alone.”

“Oh… okay…” The Au Ra widened her eyes, and then looked at Ozwin. He seemed to be caught in a tight spot, but then sighed heavily.

“Go, I’ll meet you outside the Stillglade Fane.” He offered he a cheeky grin and shooed her away.

“If you say so.”

She left as she was told, exiting from the Lotus Stand and back into Old Gridania in front of the conjurer’s guild. She could see that it was early in the morning where few guards and hearers were making their rounds.

Azlyn found her way to an empty bench, taking a seat to wait for her friend. She wondered what those two could be speaking about—much less how they could know each other. Then again, she didn’t really know much about Ozwin. Only that he liked fishing and hated people prying into his business.

She had been sitting by herself for five minutes, kicking her feet back and forth before Ozwin emerged from the Elder Seedseer’s meeting grounds. He immediately saw her sitting on the bench, and beelined straight to her. He grimaced as he approached. “Do you want the bad news, or do you want the really bad news.”

Azlyn frowned at Ozwin’s tone. “Why isn’t there any good news?” 

“You woke up, that’s the good news.” He replied blankly to her. Ozwin then sat beside her as they conversed. “Let’s just start with the bad news. You’re overworked, overstressed, and malnourished. Are you trying to walk into an early grave?”

“At least I’m not dehydrated.” She shook her head, cupping her hands together in her lap. She stared at them intently. “I couldn’t sleep well the last few days.”

“Kan-E-Senma dealt with those issues. Now here’s the really bad news: You’re not cut out for this life. Go back home.”

This took the girl by surprise. She widened her eyes in horror, snapping her attention up to the Midlander Hyur. “What?!”

His gaze didn’t waver. “I mean it. You’re going to die if you keep this up.” He gestured to her from head to toe. “Helping people—it’s ideally a good goal, but it wears a person down. What if one day you find yourself standing in the middle of a forest, with no one remembering a thing you’ve done?”

“That doesn’t matter to me! I don’t want the fame of it, I just want to help!” She grumbled back to him.

“And what if you lose more than that, huh? Is it really worth your life?”

Azlyn felt a memory overtake her then—a male, Midlander Hyur, stood at the edge of a forest. His green eyes wide. Black hair blowing in the wind—he had a chocobo with him where he rode it back into town. The vision shifted again now following the same lad in a different setting. A quiet town, scattered by the remnants of small meteors.

“You know who I am! I’m that warrior of light who helped you out with your livestock before the Calamity.”

“I meet a lot of people, but I’d remember someone like you.” A farmer struggled to lift a bale of hay, which the young, familiar looking male easily helped him. He placed the bale upon the stack before wiping his hands. “Didn’t all the warriors of light die? Such an odd thing to say.”

“But don’t you remember? I’m ?̶̡̪̯͉͙̠̮̭̟̹̅̊̽̓͗̂͜?̵̧̛̊͗̒̐͝?̷̨̫̝̜̳̺̩̣͋͜ͅ?̴̻̌̓̃̾̒̑̀͝?̵̨̖͉̩̦̜̹̖̙͇͕̻̭͗͋̓̒̃̒̔̓͘͘͜?̴̡̫̝̳̯̥̪̠͖̊́̈́͆̃̂͋̐̏?̸̧̧̛̥̜̮̬̩̤̣͚͕̓̅͜” He stopped, lifting a hand to his open mouth before attempting to say his name. “?̶̡̪̯͉͙̠̮̭̟̹̅̊̽̓͗̂͜?̵̧̛̊͗̒̐͝?̷̨̫̝̜̳̺̩̣͋͜ͅ?̴̻̌̓̃̾̒̑̀͝?̵̨̖͉̩̦̜̹̖̙͇͕̻̭͗͋̓̒̃̒̔̓͘͘͜?̴̡̫̝̳̯̥̪̠͖̊́̈́͆̃̂͋̐̏?̸̧̧̛̥̜̮̬̩̤̣͚͕̓̅͜”

Azlyn’s vision ended there, and she was brought back to the bench. She leaned forward, grasping her head as she slowly regained her sight. “—lyn! Azlyn!”

She shook her head. “Couldn’t say the name?” She mumbled this aloud, mostly for herself to understand. Azlyn had never seen someone not be able to speak aloud their name.

Ozwin stiffened at the question. “What?”

She groaned. Clarifying what she saw. “You—I think. You couldn’t say your own name.” She stopped, to turn her gaze up to the guy sitting next to her. His muscles were tensing as she started to recognize him from the scene. He was a bit older now—dyed hair—but it was undeniably him. “Wait—are you a previous warrior o—”

He clamped a hand on her lower jaw to stop her from speaking the words. She could see he was angry. “It’d be best if you don’t finish that sentence. I stopped pretending I was long ago.” When he was certain she wouldn’t finish, he let go.

Achingly, she rubbed her jaw. “What is your name?”

“Ozwin Cotter.” He answered without missing a beat.

She frowned. “…Your birth-name.”

Silence surrounded them both, and it became one giant mystery to her as to who Ozwin Cotter really was.

“?̶̡̪̯͉͙̠̮̭̟̹̅̊̽̓͗̂͜?̵̧̛̊͗̒̐͝?̷̨̫̝̜̳̺̩̣͋͜ͅ?̴̻̌̓̃̾̒̑̀͝?̵̨̖͉̩̦̜̹̖̙͇͕̻̭͗͋̓̒̃̒̔̓͘͘͜?̴̡̫̝̳̯̥̪̠͖̊́̈́͆̃̂͋̐̏?̸̧̧̛̥̜̮̬̩̤̣͚͕̓̅͜”

It was such a strange phenomenon. She could tell he was saying something, but her ears couldn’t catch it. Like the combination of letters and sounds had been stolen.

“What a strange phenomenon.” Azlyn furrowed her brow. “Did everyone forget who you were?”

“Forgetting implies they remember. All one remembers of the past is the bright light that encompassed the warriors who protected the realm. That day when Bahamut dropped Dalamud upon Carteneau—everyone should have died.” Ozwin sighed in frustration before crossing his arms. “Apparently after Louisoix’s magic jettisoned those lucky few out, I found myself alive and well in the woods… However, my name and the deeds I had done was stricken from the records.” He looked up to the sky. “No one remembered who I was—nor did the people I helped. None of it mattered, not even the primals I helped slay.”

Azlyn frowned when she heard this. “Did you try to find the Scions?”

He gave a dark laugh. “I ran into one of them—Y’shtola. She didn’t appear to remember me at all. I thought of finding Cid, but he was missing in action.” Ozwin shook his head. “Why bother forcing people to remember when the fates decided I wasn’t needed. I chose my own course of action—and that involved not working as a blessed of Hydaelyn. I stopped trying to please people when at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.”

The Au Ra listened to his story, trying to piece together the bits of information that he was giving to her. Unfortunately, there were too many holes in the story to get the full grasp. “What did the Elder Seedseer speak with you about?” 

He frowned, pinching his nose in his hand. “She wondered if I would continue walking this lonely path by myself.” Ozwin then reached up to his hair, scrambling it with both of his hands. He seemed at a loss over what to do. He let out a growl of frustration. “And I was doing a good job staying out of the sights of the Commanders! The last thing I needed was for one of them to recall that I was everyone’s yes man. Then you guys had to have the Scions over for dinner.”

She recalled Thancred mentioning something about him looking familiar. Though he couldn’t put a finger on it.  “Thancred recognized you. Did you two work together before…?” She asked slowly, hoping not to agitate him.

She could tell this was hurting him.

“…I worked with all the Scions. They were the ones who enlisted me to join the fight against the Empire. The Garleans razed my home—my parents, my sister—they died.” He gripped his fists together. He bit his cheek. “I should escort you back home since you’re better.” He stopped telling her his past suddenly, standing up. “Come along before you’re left behind.”

She quirked her head before deciding to jog to catch up to him. He slowed his pace a bit but didn’t look back to her. They were quiet in their walk over to the Carline Canopy, as they climbed the stairs up to where the airship docks were located. Tickets were easy to purchase at that time of morning, as the two boarded the vessel with no other patrons.

When the ship had lifted from the dock, Azlyn finally looked to Ozwin. He was leaned back against the far wall, staring out into the large expanse of the trees. He was propping one side of his face with his hand.

“Thank you.” She called out to him, as the wind shifted and altered.

Ozwin acknowledged her, slowly turning back. “For what?”

She gave a small smile. “For trusting in me a little.”

He looked away, grumbling into his hand. “…Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I think you do.” She ventured a guess of her own and shrugged. “I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing—but I chose this way of life. Just as you did. I want to carve out my own fate—and I think the only way I can do that is by helping those I can. If that means fighting the primals or the Garleans—then so be it.” Azlyn gripped her hands tightly into her lap. “I promised myself I wouldn’t hesitate, and I promised my parents that I would experience the world.”

Her statements elicited a long, drawn out sigh from her companion. He drummed his fingers on his cheek. He was silently contemplating to himself, only he let another long sigh escape his lips.

“You know you lose a bit of happiness every time you sigh.” Azlyn pointed out to him with a bemused look.

Ozwin tilted his head, giving her a side eye. “How well are you, on a scale of one to ten?”

The girl seemed surprised by this question, as she started to examine herself. She patted her arm and tested her muscles. “I feel around an eight. A bit sore, but my body feels light. Way better than before.”

The man nodded. “Good. After today you’ll be sore enough to sleep for the remainder of the evening.” He turned his attention back to the sky.

Azlyn blinked slowly. “Uh—what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you and I are going to train for the remainder of the morning. If you’re hellbent on following this course of action, I might as well make sure you’re prepared for it.”

When the two of the were walked off the airship in Ul’dah, they were both somber. Lost in their own heads as they walked over to the residential quarters closest to the Miner’s Guild. It couldn’t have been past seven or eight in the morning when they both walked back into the yard of the free company house. 

Azlyn started to walk toward the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

She blinked, “To see if Kida and Roll are back?” 

“No need. They’ll come out when they hear the commotion up front if they are here.” 

Azlyn turned around and crossed her arms. “I’m guessing you were serious about training.”

“Dead serious.” He walked over to the training dummy with the bow tie. “How many weapons can you use?” 

The Au Ra stopped shy of the training dummy before she counted off her fingers. “Swords, axes, lances, bows and arrows, magic rods and staves, arcanima, martial arts...”

Ozwin stood at attention, he narrowed his eyes. “Let’s see your form with the sword.” 

She did as instructed, going through the various stances and lunges she performed back home. When she was finished with her exercise, she could tell from his sour expression that he wasn’t pleased. 

“What the hell was that?” 

She showed her sword stance once more. “My stances?” 

“And who taught you those?” 

This made her pause—for the most part it was self-taught with the supervision of the scholars. Even then she lost most of her actual training when she went to the studiem. They frowned upon violence. “...Self taught for the most part.”

Ozwin shook his head, approaching her from the side. “Straighten up.” He commanded. “You’re too sloppy.” 

He then went through an extensive ten minute correction process around her. He even picked up a fall branch from the tree to smack her when she relaxed. “Again. Transition from one move to the next should be seamless.” 

Azlyn straightened, her body tensed as she performed the set of movements as he redirected. Ozwin walked around her before giving his approval. “Good. Keep your balance and relearn these basics.” She started the simple exercises swing her blade, every so often Ozwin would swing his branch at her to get her to react using her shield. She parried his blows when he decided to strike her, but even still he did get a few good hits on her.

“Too slow. Again.”

She reset herself and jumped back into the training. If there was one thing Azlyn felt confident about, it was her perseverance. The training continued before he motioned for her to stop. “That’s enough from that set. Pull out your axe.”

She relaxed, before transitioning from her sword and shield to the weapon. The weight felt familiar in both of her hands as she held the handle. “Get into attack position.” The Midlander Hyur was as ruthless as before, smacking her with the branch when she hesitated and faltered.

After her basic form had been corrected, Ozwin then pointed to the training dummy. “I’m going in to make myself coffee. Practice slashing this dummy until I say you’re done.”

“No specific number of swings?” Azlyn asked.

“So you can half-ass your swing count when I’m gone?” He shook his head at the thought. “No. We’re not training for you to build muscle. Strength isn’t the only thing that one needs to excel at when fighting.” He left her alone as she began hacking and slashing, keeping in mind her stance and movements between each attack. It was true she focused too heavily upon overpowering her foes, rather than think of different ways to approach the enemy. She definitely was a run-in head-first kind of fighter.

They couldn’t have been more than an hour into the workout, but Azlyn had been sweating profusely—her clothes drenched from it. She focused on the dummy, striking with each blow of her axe. She got through her fifth combination when he appeared from within the house, holding a mug of steaming, hot coffee.

“Next weapon set.”

And so, it continued. She moved onto her archery set—She didn’t have her lance because she left it gouged inside a drake in Brayflox’s Longstop. Her archery received a decent pass; however, he was concerned that she took too long between different types of shots. When she shifted over to her greaves, they spent a longer time focusing on the problems she faced. Her martial arts heavily relied on reacting rather than a proactive approach to attacking. After another hour, and Ozwin’s third cup of coffee, she worked on her spellcasting.

She brought forth her thaumaturge set, beginning the simple incantations. She noticed while she was spellcasting he wasn’t correcting her overtly. He only swung at her to break her concentration. She eyed him warily, casting her spells and broke the cast when he closed the distance. As a caster, she knew that she needed distance to succeed in fights. She shifted over to her summoner set but didn’t summon the primal egis—because she didn’t know if it would scare some random passerby seeing a small primal floating around in the residential area.

Each set had been given a thorough and objective examination, with pointers and tips for her to continue working upon. She started to feel a bit more confident in herself, and Ozwin could see it.

“Now that you’ve been corrected and can properly perform the corrected forms, it’s time for your first test.” He lifted his cup of coffee to his lips, enjoying a sip. When he finished, he looked to her. “You can use any of your weapon sets. The goal will be to make me spill this cup of coffee within five minutes. If you manage to make me spill one drop then you pass.” He gestured for her to come toward him. “Attack me with everything you got.”

Azlyn raised an eyebrow to his comment. “But what about your coffee?”

He narrowed his green eyes, lifting the item by the handle. “What about it? Come on twinkletoes, your enemies aren’t going to wait while you prim your hair.”

Azlyn huffed in response. “For real?”

“Let’s go princess, we ain’t got all morning.”

She thought of her greaves, deciding a quick offense would be a quick way to win. She dashed into melee with him, punching straight at his sternum. What she thought would be resistance turned into air, as he sidestepped away. He used his other arm to knock back to punch away from his body. “Again.”

She swung her foot up and over, keeping in mind her balance and focusing on her core. He easily dodged this move, just always out of reach.

This continued for another minute, as she and him moved in a flurry of action. When her martial arts weren’t working out for her, she flipped over to her sword and shield. She lunged at him, only to hear two pops from behind her.

Two teleports activated, and a pair of Auri popped into view in front of the plot. They were holding crates of fruits, vegetables, and other assorted gardening tool. They didn’t register the pair fighting in the front.

“And then all we have to do is set up a garden plot wher—” Kida stopped mid conversation to Roll seeing Azlyn getting kicked out from behind her knee. Ozwin merely drank his coffee before looking at the ground.

“Sloppy. Again.”

The Au Ra on the ground growled, hopping up to her feet and charging at him.

“I feel like I’m missing something.” Kida gave a perplexed tilt of her head. “Like really missing something.”

Roll slowly took in the scene from outside the gate. “I don’t really care. I’m making breakfast.” The girl then brazenly walked into the front yard, stepping in the fight zone and walked toward the house. Azlyn faltered as her cousin walked by, which gave Ozwin enough time to maneuver around and grab her by the neck. He took her shield, and then knocked her off her feet.

“Distracted.” Azlyn struggled up from the ground, wiping the sweat from her face. He dropped her shield and looked at his cup. “And that’s time. A hundred sit ups.”

Azlyn exhaled a shaky breath before letting her weapon set disappear. She began the long process of finishing her task.

Kida shuffled one of her crates in her arms. “Whatcha two doing?”

Ozwin drank the rest of his cup in three gulps. “Since you two weren’t home, Azlyn said she needed someone to supervise her training. I think she did a good amount of work today.”

Azlyn merely grunted past her twentieth sit up.

“Nice! Yeah, Roll and I were catching up on a bit of our provisional work for the Twin Adder. We just got back from the botanist’s guild.” The blue haired Au Ra chuckled, walking past them and toward the front door. “We’re going to make breakfast, so you two should clean up!”

Ozwin saluted to her and waited until she went inside. Azlyn continued pushing herself until she hit her fiftieth sit up. “Same time tomorrow we can continue. I’ll also find you a lance to use. Good work kid.” He let her finish the remaining fifty on her own and went inside. The quiet setting of Ul’dah’s Goblet calmed her spike of adrenaline.

“Why do I feel like I just got my ass handed to me…?” Azlyn laid listless once she was all done. And just like Ozwin promised her earlier, her entire body ached from head to toe. She heard another pop in front of their plot, and she assumed it to be one of their other company members teleporting to the house. She didn’t budge from the ground.

“Azlyn?” The girl stopped her daydreaming on the grass. There standing over her was Richiro Wichiro, his conjurer’s attire. He quirked his head to the side, his fluffy blonde hair swayed in the motion. “Are you alright?”

Achingly, she pulled herself up from the ground. The activity of sitting up caused her lower body and abdomen to cry in silent agony. She ignored the pain as she smiled to their newest member. “Good morning Richiro—how was it over at the Waking Sands?” Her reference back to his time with Papalymo and Koroko Koko brought a wide smile to his usually serious complexion.

“I couldn’t believe the amount of information the Scions had at their disposal to read! I could be content for days reading through the shelves!” The Lalafellin hummed happily.

Azlyn chuckled, pulling her legs into herself. She hoped the little movements would help ease the pain, but it didn’t. She was loathing when she’d have to get up. “They do have quite a bit of information at their disposal—just be sure to keep it secret, okay?”

She remembered Richiro blurted out things comparatively to most of the members in their free company. He nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes—I shall be vigilant with whom I speak, and what I talk about. No worries from this Lalafellin!” He zipped his lips as a show of promise. Then suddenly his eyes widened, as if he remembered something incredibly important. He hopped from one foot to the other in a state of worry. “But that’s not why I came back—actually, I was asked to bring you with me!”

This turn of events wasn’t something she expected. “Bring me—where?” She asked, curious as to what he was referring to.

“I was on my way over to my parent’s residence—they live in Limsa Lominsa’s Mist—lovely abode, anyroad—I overheard a passing marauder saying they needed to find an Azlyn—you—from Mealvaan’s Gate. However, you had yet to return to Limsa Lominsa after helping secure the realms safety from Titan. Seeing as I knew you, I stepped up to him and offered to bring you to him.”

Azlyn processed his entire story before slowly nodding her head. She was a bit tired to argue semantics about the truthfulness of this other individual—but she’d leave it for later. “—And so you came here.”

Richiro Wichiro nodded. “Verily! He said that he had purchased a set of old texts in hopes of furthering his research into the ancient civilization of Nym—however he wanted you there to help translate and analyze any texts pertaining to magical arts.”

“Nymian? I mean—I could read it, it’s not something I can’t do.”

“But the relics had been stolen enroute to Limsa Lominsa!” Richiro hastily added, remembering why he wanted to urgently bring her with him. “He said he would be going to Raincatcher Gully to catch the perpetrators himself, but I felt like this was not something he should do alone so, I came to get you!” 

“Typically start with that kind of thing first Richiro.” Azlyn stood up, and immediately regretted the movement. Unfortunately, this was a pressing concern that couldn’t be ignored. “Give me a moment to holler at the folks inside.” She made her way over to the door and opened it. She poked her head inside to see Kida and Roll preparing what smelled like a far eastern dish. Her stomach grumbled. “Hey all—Richiro and I are stepping out. We’ll be in eastern La Noscea if you need us.”

Roll looked over her shoulder to her. “I’ll save you some breakfast.”

“Thanks.”

Kida smirked, flipping a pan of rice. “Anything you need done while you’re out?”

Azlyn tapped her chin in thought. “Actually yeah—could you go into the third bedroom downstairs and mail my finished letters for me? Oh! And Roll, the students from Sharlayan sent over a Starlight Wreath for us to hang on the door. Could you hang it?”

Kida’s eyes lit up with joy. “The Starlight Celebration! It’s going to be later this week, we should check out the festivities in Gridania!”

Roll nodded, “Heh. That was thoughtful. I’ll see if I have some extra automatons to send over. How many students are there?”

“About seven last I heard.” The orphanage had a decent group of kids. Archon Galuf helped care for them when he wasn’t too busy in his research.

“I’ll make something to send.”

Kida rubbed her hands together. “This year is going to be lit!”

Richiro Wichiro popped his head right under Azlyn. He sniffed the heavenly aroma of breakfast. “That smells divine. Wish we could stay.”

Azlyn looked down. “Same. Alright bye you guys!”

“See ya!” They both chorused.

Azlyn and Richiro Wichiro excused themselves, stepping back outside. The girl rubbed one of the knots from her upper shoulder. “We should teleport over to Costa Del Sol, and take the ferry over into Raincatcher Gully.”

The conjurer nodded. “O-Of course! I have been to Costa Del Sol—but wouldn’t it be quicker to go from Wineport?”

She blinked. “…I don’t think I’ve been there yet. Is there an Aetheryte?”

“Yes! I’m guessing you haven’t been over there then?”

“No.” Azlyn sighed. “I was in the area recently, but we were kind of pressed for time due to Titan. Alright—after we secure this individual’s texts, I’ll make my rounds over to Wineport.” With a game plan in mind, the two of them activated their teleports. Richiro popped out first, and Azlyn followed.