accent, and anyone well-traveled could safely assume he was a Hrothgar from the lands of Ilsabard. Somebody like him being in such a far-flung land as Thanalan would certainly turn some heads, even by adventurer standards. Despite that, Rytsar spoke casually to avoid scrutiny.

identity, he approached in a casual fashion in the hopes of gleaning some information from whom he had assumed was a simple local.

"Pardon me, miss, but perhaps you can help me? I am a humble traveler seeking out a friend. Possibly refugee. This is the way to Ul'dah?"

He spoke with a slavic -->

It wasn't just the Sultana who was in disguise. Rytsar, who was well aware that he stuck out by virtue of simply being a Hrothgar, had dressed so that he didn't appear as an adventurer, bit a vagabond. Wandering a dusty trail, the wanderer noticed Nanamo in the distance. Unaware of her true -->

🔻I don't think Rytsar has need of one....

🔻Moogle Maid-

came with a conjuration. Squall would find himself enveloped in what one could only describe as solidified darkness, a translucent shell reinforced with reddish aether deflecting the rounds from the soldiers.

"We need to leave! Lest we run the risk of collateral damage and casualties!"