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Ardyn’s body is weary. It’s sort of how he is, though, isn’t it? A weary traveler, a man of no consequence, a lonely wanderer through time itself that can’t ever seem to keep his mind straight. That’s the funny thing about being a Healer King, the one whose crown was stolen, a wronged savior; everything blends together. It’s a curse. And he’s almost used to it.

He’d had something to direct his hate towards. Somnus’ last living descendant, the man who would supposedly would bring about the light and chase away the daemons. Ardyn had directed all his hatred towards the symbol of his brother’s legacy, but now that he’d been killed by Noctis and set free he almost felt... directionless.

He’d thought about Noctis a few times since coming to this island. Mostly it was when he had his run-ins with one Ignis Scientia that the memory of the True King came back to him. It wasn’t welcome, though he had to admit he did feel some gratitude for Noctis after he had delivered the final blow.

Ardyn is tired. But he’s not going to let it show, not too much, and he wanders down the marina in the Golden Ward with his head held high and his jacket swaying from side to side. 

He almost thinks what he’s seeing is a vision, a ghost, something that’s not real. His mind does that, plays tricks on him sometimes, but as he stops dead in his tracks and looks at the impossible figure in front of him he smiles a slow, devious smile.

Equipped with naught but her wooden cane--and a cellular device that goes in and out of service--the Warrior of Light sets out to do all that she can to help with the current disaster. When she steps out of her assigned housing and onto the street, however, it's clear to see that Cotes Ward is in rather a poor shape. Stopping along the way to tend to the few wounded and help them as far along as she possibly can, the earth beneath her feet trembles at times hard enough to take her to the ground though it does little to stop her momentum. Only when she sees the familiar visage of a friend does she rush over, but as she does, the ground once again shifts underneath her and once more she's brought down though that does not stop her from calling to him. "Noctis!”

“Have you found yourself trying to play the hero as well? I guess that makes both of us positively mad!”

It’s a surprise when Ignis hears that familiar voice. It isn’t directed at him, and in fact it seems that Noctis has not even noticed Ignis there, just barely within earshot. It sounds as if the prince has his back turned to him, perhaps, and Ignis cannot help but smile at the sound of his oldest friend. 

He approaches at a speed partway between a jog and a proper run, slow enough not to trip over anything or run into anyone, his cane moving back and forth in front of him to ensure he does not stumble across any obstacles on his way toward the prince, who he last saw under very dire circumstances indeed. There are no daemons here, however, or at least as far as he can tell. There is no impending doom, no grand hero’s quest. Ignis’ hands are, for the moment at least, clean of blood.

"Is there something that interests you about this blade?" Gawain finally speaks up, having noticed the occasional glance in his direction from the young man. While not obvious at first it had become apparent that it was not Gawain that he was looking at but the blade that hung at his side. To that, he greets him with a smile. "Would you care to have a closer look, then?"

He'd seen it before, trailing behind Noctis every so often. The small blue animal that had reminded him of some small fantastical beast he's sure that he's seen in a storybook sometime in his youth. It sits unbothered on one of the couch arms and doesn't pay Prompto any mind but he can't help but stare even so. When Noctis finally comes back into the room, Prompto's finally sat himself up. "...Hey Noct, question."

"What's the little guy's name?" He's referring to their fuzzy little blue friend, of course.

so..you think sinbad's hot at first sight but you don't even think i'm Pretty at the least? :/

may be don’t do that

"Right, so," All things considered, this quest seemed kind of peculiar and not easy to carry out. Why exactly people would be dependent on adventurers instead of their own capable royal knights doesn't really make sense to Prompto. And initially, he had other ideas concerning what quests he was interested in. It's only through Noctis's insistence that they decided on this one and after a brief explanation as to why they're on their way to the location. "I sure hope this friend of yours that we’re supposed to be meeting doesn’t get lost. The forest sure is deep and all twisty." And dense. Don’t forget dense. It’s pretty amazing that either of them was able to make heads or tails of this place.

As they venture deeper into the forest, the tower eventually comes into sight. In front of it, stood a boy probably not much older than they were ( and hey, he's a draken too! ) and assumingly, that must be Noctis's friend that he said would be meeting them here. Prompto, chipper as always, calls out to him as they get closer. Waving both his hands in the air, quest poster held high. "Heeeeeya! Hello! You here about the quest with the girl and the tower too!? Noctis, say hey! That's your friend, right!?"