Khyran stopped at the sound of rolling wheels upon the road not far from shore. He squinted at the sight of the chocobo-drawn cart, against the rain and sand blowing in his face.Â
"Perhaps," he answered as he examined the Seawolf, his expression detached and cool. "Where are you going?"
"Perhaps," he answered as he examined the Seawolf, his expression detached and cool. "Where are you going?"