Spoiler"I'm thinking of running a side business.....some might call it smuggling..."
 
"Yer name'll be Flit...."
 
"I'm withdrawing my application to be a Sultansworn..."
 
"Kage will be your mentor..."
 
"I'm looking for a job...been sort of lost since my training in the Archer's Guild...."
 
The arrow hit his brother in the chest knocking him backward, off of the cliff...
...............and Ruru pursued. He run fast, nocking another arrow onto the bow, prepared to fire as he descened the steps. There Nonotano lay, bleeding and reaching an arm up, his voice a ragegd whisper. Ruru didn't care. With a stern face he fired the arrow into his brother, and watched him die before him.....
 
He snapped awake, the strange dream ending. One was a vivid memory that occasionally hit him when he slept, the other visions were....strange to him, echoes of something he couldn't quite recall. Ruru sighed and turned to get out of bed, the quiet sounds of the Shroud welcoming him as they always did. He made sure not to wake his wife, for she was a light sleeper, he quietly prepared for the day. His short white hair needed only a brief combing since he typically wore his wide brimmed hat while working anyway. His light robes felt good and he smiled. Time to greet the day.
 
Limping out of the home (he'd been injured shortly after entering the archer's guild and his knee hadn't been the same since), he grabbed his work tools and headed out to the small modest field he and his wife had been working on for months now. The vegetables had been coming in nicely and he was a bit proud of the work the two of them had put into it. Running a gloved hand through his beard he smiled warmly. "Nearly forgot you didn't I?" Chuckling softly he walked to his Chocobo, Moriarty, and patted him on the neck. "Aye aye, boy, you can come with me, but stay out of the garden or she'll have both of our hides for supper."
 
The two went to the garden and he knelt down working. He'd found a great fondess for farming and wished he'd picked it up earlier in life. But such was the way of the Twelve. He felt blessed as gathered enough fruitds and vegetables for supper. Ruru glanced up and knew the morning had been getting away from him and he still needed to head into to town for some meat. He set down his small shovel and heard the loving voice behind him, "You going to be there all day? You know we still need to go to town." He turned, looked at his wife and nodded. "Aye, my love.....will be in shortly."
 
He smiled, happy as he'd ever been.

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Vivere militare est. Semper excelsius, Garlemald.

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He saw himself as if witnessing from someone else's perspective, younger and full of spirit. A brief night's rest at Scorpion Crossing allowed him to gaze upon the Jewel and wonder if he should set off on his own. The caravan had been a home for him and he felt some guilt for the urge to walk away, but Warren had always felt the lust to go and set out for his own. Now with Ul'dah so close, he felt the pull more than ever. Perhaps a grand destiny awaited him there, or at least a few pretty girls. Like all scoundrels, though, Warren believed these things were in the winds and not his head and so he trusted his fate to a flip of a gil.

"Damn," He whispered to himself when the coin dictated Ul'dah was not for him. "I was so sure, too."

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As he awoke that morning, he smiled to Lydia, the most beautiful person in the world to him, although their daughter was a close second. He bent down to give her a quick kiss, and changed from his sleeping robe to something more professional. One couldn't be expected to run an establishment looking like one of the patrons.

Garlemald and Eorzea had come to peace with each other, forming a trade partnership. In return for trade based on magitek, the Eorzeans had brought in a wave of unique culture to Garlemald, with their use of aether. The two countries had found no reason to fight, and the mutual friendship had given both countries room to grow. Garlemald had had a bloodless revolution after making the necessary changes to its republic. With trade routes from other neighboring countries, it had come to flourish.

It was a sunny day off and the inn had already been tidied up the night before. As he got to work tending to the interior workings of the inn, making sure everything was running smoothly, he smiled, knowing more peaceful days like this would come.

There were no ongoing wars. No fighting. His required military service spent never having been deployed. The Garlean valued the life he'd been allowed to live, cherishing every moment.