WARRIOR OF LIGHT

Not every researcher was capable of fighting like he and G'raha were, and even with them there was doubt that they were as capable as professional adventurers.

❝That's the main reason at least, admittedly in my case there might be a little more caution. I'm not directly affiliated with the Sons of Saint Coinach or the Students of Baldesion after all, so...❞ He didn't want to say that he was considered untrustworthy, that wasn't the case, but he also wasn't really fully part of the group.

It was unfortunate, but it was to be expected. He had attained some attention himself as a researcher, but his organization was still relatively unknown. They were more a collection of affiliated do-gooders then some recognized group.

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❝Mnn, let's see... Tea for Adeline, chocolate for Eiland, bath salts for Juniper and vials for Valen...❞ Balor murmured to himself, rubbing at his chin as he went over the list laid in front of him. Brows furrowed together in thought, he read over the list carefully, making sure nothing had been left behind.

While he had his certain wares to be sold at his wagon throughout the week; all bought through the stalls in the Capital, it never stopped the rest of the citizens from dishing out a whole grocery list of things they wanted him to bring back. Not that he minded. Everyone was always willing to pay their fair share of the cost it took to transport Capital goods.

And after the devastation of the earthquake, everyone was more desperate for goods now more than ever. At least the new farmer had kindly repaired the bridge that connected the dilapidated town with the rest of civilization. They would have been exceedingly hopeless, otherwise, and it was the farmer's benevolence that had everyone trusting them blindly.

Not that he didn't mind the farmer either. They were a kind and considerate sort who bought from his wagon frequently. How could he hate someone who spent a lot of money on his wares?

While on the road, there wasn't much else he can do aside from read the list or look at the clouds and make shapes with them. It was a lonely venture, and his horse wasn't the best for conversation.

Sometimes his trips were far too lonely to keep him sane, and when he looked up from his list, he thought he was hallucinating someone else on the road. Maybe he was in need of company. So much so, that he was conjuring up spirits to talk to him.

That was, until he got close enough for her to realize he was coming up behind her. His wagon wasn't the most subtle, after all. Alongside his horse's clopping and the creaky wheels of the wagon, anyone would know he was coming. It wasn't exactly the sneakiest approach. Not that he needed to be sneaky.

He would make quick work to pass by her, feeling bad already that he was taking up so much space and that she felt the need to stop.

But as she greeted him and he prepared to greet back, he was startled by the familiarity of her.

❝Morni-- Wait!❞ He stopped, turning abruptly to put his hands out in front of him, pushing on his horse's snout to stop her from taking another step. She whinnied in protest and stomped her foot, but otherwise, stopped in her tracks with a shake of her head.

Eyes widened like he just got struck by the stars, his jaw slackened in view of her. He stared, almost embarrassingly too long, before he finally remembered he should say something instead of looking like a gasping fish out of water. He didn't want to scare her with the obvious besotted look in his eyes.

❝You--! I know you! You're Meiko, right?!❞ He turned to face her, hand extended in polite greeting even if he was buzzing with nerves and excitement. Was this what it was like to meet a celebrity? ❝I've seen your performances in the Capital!❞

But then his words registered.

"Oh!" she smiled sheepishly, blushing at the recognition. It didn't surprise her, although she did pause again to asses him: She didn't recognize his face as any of the unwanted fans she had developed over the course of her career, so that was nice. "Aye, that's me!"

She accepted his hand, giving it a polite but firm shake.

Cider

Spiced Cider

Crimson Cider

Rum

Radz-at-Han Reserve

Bourbon

Three-barrels Bourbon

Whiskey

Blackbelly Whiskey 

Firewater

Qiqirn Firewater

Grog

Pirate Grog

Beer

Mun-Tuy Brew

Treehollow Brew

Ale

Flat Ale

Salt Ale

Dark Stout

Blonde Barleywine

Aleport bitter

Three-barrels Ale

Moonrise

Baderon’s Ale

Buscarron’s Ale

Mead

Fullflower Mead

Rosa’s Mead

O’Ghomorran Mead

Five-year Grand Mead

Quicksand’s Homemade Honey Wine

Wine

Sour Red

Mulled Wine

Twice-mulled Wine

Warmwine

Bacchus Wine

1547 Bacchus

Suhd Viandja

Lowland White

Lohmani Rosso

Lohmani Red

Realm Reborn Red

Sixth Astral Era Reserve

Palm Wine

Apple Wine

Caelumtree Wine

Sherry

Cooking Sherry

Cooking Sake

Sake

Gensui Wine

Hingashi Rice Wine

Dalmascan Lea Monde red “Valens”

Brandewine

Onyx Brandewine

Cherry Brandewine

Brandy

Ishgardian Brandy

Kumis

Oroniri

Reunion

Miscellaneous Liquors

Sunshine

Stingbrew

Daniffen’s Joy

Cactus Piss

Arak

Moonrise

Some of my notes on this topic got prematurely leaked yesterday, but since they were so well received by so many blogs I wanted to go ahead and finish my list and get this posted up officially for everyone. Sorry for the confusion!

Source text and spirits’ descriptions can be found in the Read More below! Hope this helps!

   Arvin smiles and it is a true thing, meant to east, meant to distract. He would rather not have others offering apologies and condolences for that which remains so raw in his chest. 'Tis a thorn in his hand, that grief of his, one he is not yet prepared to pluck out.

   ❝ 'Tis no matter. You were curious, and I cannot blame you for such curiosities. ❞

   At last, he sets aside his spear, that spear that was a gift and burden both, one of few items that remain from a time long past. ❝ I will say, watching this era's Dragoons as well as the vaunted Azure Dragoon at work was an entirely breathtaking sight. ❞

That wasn't quite what Arvin had been talking about, she knew, but that was where her pea-sized mind had went. It only took a brief second, however, for her to get back to reality.

❝Do you mean is he good at being an idiot or good despite being an idiot?❞ Lightning asked dryly, before letting out a sigh. ❝He's devoted to her, pretty sure he'd fight a primal barehanded for her asked but....❞

It was hard to let her go, it had just been the two of them for several years, and while their family had grown to include others, she knew that things wouldn't be exactly the same once Serah was wed.

"Ha."

It was a question she had never been asked before. It caught her off-guard with how much it resonated with her, so much so that she didn't even bother to try and shrug it off or keep the tone of conversation light.

"I do, aye." The admission made her acknowledge a hollow feeling in her chest. "Not that he's changed much. Not even o'er th'years, but..." She shook her head. "He's his own person. His own man, although s'hard tae see him as anythin' more than a wee lad."

She looked down into her drink, suddenly wishing it was full of stuff twice as hard.

❝She kept muttering things like 'this will work out perfectly' and 'it's just what we need' under her breath. She's not secretly some evil mastermind, is she?❞