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Thursdays are always quite busy, but, less so for me than the others.

[ sometimes it pays not to be a magic healbot. ] How can I be of assistance?

[ Alphinaud knows the pain of being a magic healbot. ]

Oh, you need not worry about being of assistance, I... [ he trails off, glancing around briefly. ] Ere we continue, mayhap we should make our surroundings more pleasing to the eye. Have you any preferences to scenery?

Oh, in the dream, you mean?

[ they tilt their head. ]

Why don't you show me something of your homeland?

... Hm.

[ After some thought: ]

Then how about this.

[ When their surroundings shift, they're now standing upon a pathway over a gate, overlooking vast plains and, even further out, cliffs covered in shining blue crystals protruding from them. In the far, far distance is the sight of a massive tower, crystalline in appearance that glistens in the sunlight; even from here, one could get a good feeling of its monumental size. To their left is nothing but more cliffs and the stone buildings built into them, but to their right is an expansive lake, part of a crashed airship within it (in case Orion wonders why the fields are littered with old machinery parts, it might be easy to guess why), and the corpse of a dragon wrapped around it.

Behind them, down below, is a stony path leading into the heart of this small hub, where all its buildings are built into the cliffs surrounding the open area within. ]

Revenant's Toll. There is much about Etheirys that is worthy of showing off, but... this is home.

[ oh, wow. orion's veil moves from left to right - they're taking in all of the sights to see, making a soft noise of surprise. ]

I wouldn't say there's nothing worth showing off. Do you have negative feelings towards your homeland?

—Oh!

[ he raises his hands ]

No, no, hardly so! It is that there are many, many sights that came to mind, but in the end, this feels—appropriate. It is not where I grew up, but 'tis currently where I and my closest comrades currently reside.

[ oh, good. they nod! maybe a little relieved? update: i just can't read. ]

My apologies - I misunderstood. It is quite lovely.... I don't think I've ever seen a place quite like it.

[ tbh reading is hard ]

Indeed—there is none other place quite like it. Once there was naught but wilderness here, but over time it has grown into a center for passing adventurers. If we were at the true Revenant's Toll, 'twould be bustling with peoples from all walks of life.

[ it has been a long day.

they nod, though. ] And you came to settle here, as a place for passing adventurers? Unusual, for a place to settle down.

Hm! Well, 'tis not settling down so much as us Scions have relocated our base of operations here. Mor Dhona is neutral territory not claimed by any of Eorzea's city states, so we thought it perfect for our needs.

Scions?

[ a nod ]

Our name—the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. We lend our aid to the leaders of our land whenever it becomes necessary.

That sounds like a very important position, Mr. Leveilleur.

Aye. One I am quite fortunate to have, I feel. I would not be the man I am today without my experiences with it.

It sounds fascinating. Perhaps you wouldn't mind sharing a story or two of those experiences?

I mind not sharing, if you are interested in hearing, but I dare say we have done much. From the primals we have hunted down, to the wars we have engaged in, to—well, the diplomatic negotiations are likely less of an interesting story. Rarely do you find a bard who sings the riveting tale of politics, after all...

[ even if he loves politics :( ]

[ they laugh a little. ]

You seem like the type who would enjoy politics, Mr. Leveilleur.

I don't mind. Whatever type of story you'd prefer to tell.

AUDIENCE FOR: Alphinaud Leveilleur

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