More from living on a prayer:
Gaius Van Baelsar: I receive word that the Sharlayans have resumed their meddling...
Gaius Van Baelsar: And who should I find here but you─my old friend from the Twin Adder. Were I one to believe in such folly, I would say that our fates are intertwined.
Gaius Van Baelsar: Ah, but allow me to congratulate you on
bringing down the White Raven. When word reached me, I struggled to stifle a cheer.
Gaius Van Baelsar: But what now, pray tell?
Gaius Van Baelsar: Nael van Darnus was as a god to his minions. In their blind faith, the fools have convinced themselves that the man yet lives.
Gaius Van Baelsar: Bent on finding their beloved legatus, soldiers of the VIIth have entrenched themselves at the heart of Eorzea.
Gaius Van Baelsar: They have gone so far as to send false intelligence to Garlemald, declaring Meteor a success and van Darnus a hero.
Gaius Van Baelsar: Suffice it to say, your leaders shall not long suffer the legion's presence. A clash between the Eorzean Alliance and the VIIth is inevitable.
Gaius Van Baelsar: Yet know that even as they struggle, the red moon of Allag shall come and lay this land to waste.
Gaius Van Baelsar: And the White Raven shall realize his twisted ambition from beyond the grave.
Gaius Van Baelsar: It falls to you to prevent that from happening, old friend─so be sure to fight with all your strength.
Gaius Van Baelsar: And leave me something worth conquering!
Gaius Van Baelsar:
I shall enjoy watching the drama unfold from my vantage point on high. And when all is said and done, Garlemald's mighty standard shall rise in every corner of the realm.
Gaius Van Baelsar:
Live, adventurer, and we may well meet again. I take my leave of you.
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Y'shtola: Greetings, Thal. Are you relishing the part of pilgrim?
Y'shtola: Hm? The stench of ceruleum hangs upon your garments.
Y'shtola: Unless I'm mistaken, you have recently crossed paths with the Empire.
Y'shtola: ...Gaius van Baelsar of the XIVth Imperial Legion? I had thought the man long withdrawn to Ala Mhigo.
Y'shtola: The Black Wolf has cooperated with us in the past,
so determined was he to thwart the White Raven─but for him to divulge the VIIth's position is...unexpected.
Y'shtola: The heart of Eorzea... This could only refer to Mor Dhona, the place of convergence for aether.
Y'shtola: By our reckoning, Dalamud will fall in the region's southeast.
Y'shtola: Hence, it is there that we must channel the power of the Twelve─Louisoix himself said as much.
Y'shtola: Anticipating our plan, van Darnus would have positioned his forces at the selfsame location. The pieces certainly fit.
Y'shtola: And then there are van Baelsar's parting words...
Y'shtola: It is plain that he still hopes to deliver Eorzea into the hands of the Emperor. He is, and has ever been, a sworn enemy of the realm.
Y'shtola: Ordinarily, I would no more trust the Black Wolf than I would his namesake.
Y'shtola: Yet he is the lesser of two evils, and given what the red moon would make of the Emperor's prize─namely ash─we have no reason to dismiss his testimony.
Y'shtola: Very well. I shall relate the details of your exchange to the alliance leadership.
Y'shtola: As for you─stay the course, and do what must be done.
Y'shtola: Waken the Twelve. Let all of Eorzea bask in their radiance.