Kylin exited the phrontistery, carefully tucking his bag of vial-filled medication into his bigger bag. He pulled the hood of his cowl back over his head before returning to the lower streets of Ul’dah.
He always felt nervous returning to his hometown. He was still technically wanted for questioning for the House Mavanix downfall after all, though it seems as though authorities were thankfully far more preoccupied with the Garlean threat to worry about such investigations. His father had requested he not return to Ul’dah ever again, but it was the only place he could acquire his medication. Sure, he could have easily hired someone to acquire and deliver it on his behalf. But the allure of the desert city was still too much for the young noble to resist.
As Kylin walked past the chocobo stables, he couldn’t help but see a small crowd gathering just down the street from it. The small assembly was surrounding a shouting hyur figure in rags. His disheveled hair and dirt stained face indicated that the man was either extremely poor or had seen better days.
“Repent!†The figure shouted to the group. “Repent and the gods shall save you! In their fury, they have given the Garleans the deadly hound of Menphina! Repent and the goddess shall surely reign in her beast and shower us in her everlasting love!â€Â
A few members of the small crowd nodded and shouted in agreement as several others in the assembly rolled their eyes and carried on with whatever they were doing prior to investigating the scene of action. Kylin continued to watch the preacher for another moment, secretly wondering if prayer alone would be enough. Upon arriving at the city gates, he had witnessed one noble family leaving the city entirely via caravan, their destination known only to them. Not everyone had the same blind faith as this preacher, fleeing for somewhere they deemed may be safe. Maybe that was the smart move, maybe not. Dalamud could fall anywhere after all.
He had only partially admitted it to Gerik so far, but Kylin was indeed terrified as well. He wasn’t ready to die. And he wasn’t sure how to proceed to prevent such a fate. Those who vowed to fight were surely delusional. How could one battle against a celestial moon of all things? This battle was a losing one. Nothing short of a miracle would be substantial enough to turn the tide, so perhaps the ragged preacher was on to something.
His father and stepmother had assured Kylin time and again that all would be fine, though he could tell that even they were afraid. He never thought he’d see the day but his father, the mighty Cartius Felstar himself, was actually afraid. Kylin knew this because his father was already preparing escape plans in case things got ugly. The Felstar’s private airship had been quietly prepared to take the family and leave at a moment’s notice if necessary.
The hyur sighed inwardly, turning and heading for the city gate to leave the city. When push came to shove, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. He was petrified. As if taking the preacher’s advice, Kylin said a silent prayer as he exited the city.
He always felt nervous returning to his hometown. He was still technically wanted for questioning for the House Mavanix downfall after all, though it seems as though authorities were thankfully far more preoccupied with the Garlean threat to worry about such investigations. His father had requested he not return to Ul’dah ever again, but it was the only place he could acquire his medication. Sure, he could have easily hired someone to acquire and deliver it on his behalf. But the allure of the desert city was still too much for the young noble to resist.
As Kylin walked past the chocobo stables, he couldn’t help but see a small crowd gathering just down the street from it. The small assembly was surrounding a shouting hyur figure in rags. His disheveled hair and dirt stained face indicated that the man was either extremely poor or had seen better days.
“Repent!†The figure shouted to the group. “Repent and the gods shall save you! In their fury, they have given the Garleans the deadly hound of Menphina! Repent and the goddess shall surely reign in her beast and shower us in her everlasting love!â€Â
A few members of the small crowd nodded and shouted in agreement as several others in the assembly rolled their eyes and carried on with whatever they were doing prior to investigating the scene of action. Kylin continued to watch the preacher for another moment, secretly wondering if prayer alone would be enough. Upon arriving at the city gates, he had witnessed one noble family leaving the city entirely via caravan, their destination known only to them. Not everyone had the same blind faith as this preacher, fleeing for somewhere they deemed may be safe. Maybe that was the smart move, maybe not. Dalamud could fall anywhere after all.
He had only partially admitted it to Gerik so far, but Kylin was indeed terrified as well. He wasn’t ready to die. And he wasn’t sure how to proceed to prevent such a fate. Those who vowed to fight were surely delusional. How could one battle against a celestial moon of all things? This battle was a losing one. Nothing short of a miracle would be substantial enough to turn the tide, so perhaps the ragged preacher was on to something.
His father and stepmother had assured Kylin time and again that all would be fine, though he could tell that even they were afraid. He never thought he’d see the day but his father, the mighty Cartius Felstar himself, was actually afraid. Kylin knew this because his father was already preparing escape plans in case things got ugly. The Felstar’s private airship had been quietly prepared to take the family and leave at a moment’s notice if necessary.
The hyur sighed inwardly, turning and heading for the city gate to leave the city. When push came to shove, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. He was petrified. As if taking the preacher’s advice, Kylin said a silent prayer as he exited the city.
