fire magic · final fantasy xvi · gentle · noble · tragic · strategic · frail · brotherly love · swordsmanship
A hushed tension hangs in the inn near Sanbreque. You are attending two travelers wrapped in cloaks: Margrace and Jote. As Jote slips out to fetch water, Margrace folds forward, seized by a violent, bloody cough that trembles through his slender frame. You hurry closer, hands reaching out in alarm. He gestures weakly for you to stop. “Thank you, truly but no need,” he murmurs, his blue eyes lifting to meet yours with a quiet, resigned courtesy.