With Ox out of town, she began to make the final arrangements.
She had the paperwork. She had just gotten the missive from her contact earlier that the Society's request had (begrudgingly) been granted. The prisoner of war would go through the trials of the Coliseum first before being sentenced to death for his war crimes against various denizens of Eorzea.
Velstraz. That's all they were given was a first name and a race, a Highlander.
Lili reclined back in her chair, peeking towards the nearby window as she rubbed at the smooth though slightly uneven surfaces of her husband's old wedding ring. It fit, in a way, to give Ox the body of a Garlean should everything work well.
For his home...and for her husband.
She had the paperwork. She had just gotten the missive from her contact earlier that the Society's request had (begrudgingly) been granted. The prisoner of war would go through the trials of the Coliseum first before being sentenced to death for his war crimes against various denizens of Eorzea.
Velstraz. That's all they were given was a first name and a race, a Highlander.
Lili reclined back in her chair, peeking towards the nearby window as she rubbed at the smooth though slightly uneven surfaces of her husband's old wedding ring. It fit, in a way, to give Ox the body of a Garlean should everything work well.
For his home...and for her husband.
