A wooden lance held by shaking hands, a young adventurer holding his ground against a Little Ladybug; and not far from him a Ground Squirrel dodged a falling arrow, the hesitant adventurer behind wondering why she had to kill such an adorable animal.
Even so, they moved on-- to strive to be the strongest adventurers or maybe to catch up to their friends who sought stronger challenges.

Aye… it might be odd for my favorite memory to be of the path to Gridania in the Central Shroud to be filled with up-and-coming adventurers, but each time I recall walking beneath the shade of the trees and it’s kind wind welcoming my comeback from the First, my heart is only filled with hope and excitement… for the many more lives that get to share these winds of change and confrontation.

As we walk in the light of the crystal, I pray that these young adventurers get to experience the same love and community I have found in this world, so no matter the hardship we can all stand together in the end.

For such is my favorite memory…
Might I ask for yours as well?

Yours truly, Wayfaring White Mage

(Thank you for reading! In the case that I win I wish for a Noble Barding)