Dusty books and old scrolls had led to great discovery in his short time outside of the dunes. This world had become magnificent and yet, all the while, more terrifying. Stories and rumor had spread across Eorzea of a fled Warrior of Light and the fall of the Scions.

Ul’dah had once been somewhere he had heard of glistening streets and a jewel that shone in the light of the full desert moon. Now it was the embodiment of fear: fear for his tribe that dwelled within the Sagolii, fear for his own life now that the pockets of men made the rules and sellswords seemed to answer their call like obedient dogs.

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