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Every few days, the store appeared elsewhere. Moving over all of Eorzea, appearing in the shadiest corners of the realm. Nobody knew how the owner moved so quickly. Or got the goods he did - rare items and minions, even fully complete weapons and armour none could find in most of the realm. Of course, he did not just sell items. He would sell power as well, claiming he could make anybody into a Warrior of Light in but a few days, for the right price.

The price?

It all depended on what one could afford.

The man - who had abandoned the name of Francel to simply call himself Rose Bandit - had decided to work near to Hyrstmill. The shop was open, as if it had always been there. And as you enter? He's got a gentle smile, as he welcomes those who enter - no matter who or what they may be.

"Defender of Eorzea - welcome."

...Of course, his face shows a smile. A false smile, as he looks over his latest prey. He's been staying he for around... a week now? Mostly because he's been getting business from people seeking minions and control for weapons.

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The Black Shroud was a place that Aymeric had not been before despite it being next to Coerthas. Moons passed since he found his way out of the Dusk Vigil...and from Haurchefant but he still had nothing to show for. At least nothing that he could use; being a sky pirate is pretty fun and flying is amazing.

And so he enters the shop, a nagging feeling that this is where he's supposed to be.

"Thank you. May I ask what kind of wares you sell?"

His expression turned to a harsh one, when he realised just who this was. After all, he knew much of everybody. He moved towards Aymeric, his movement skilled.

"I sell everything."

Though he doubts that will answer him. So, he adds with his smile... "I sell rare monsters and pets, weapons from rarest of locations, and... information. On anything in this multiverse, no matter how rare it may be."

"You...are aware of other worlds?"

Well now, this is interesting but Aymeric is a little unsure of this arrangement. Mayhap it be best to get a ittle infomation himself. Such as how he manages to get all that infomation.

A sharp nod. Each of his moments seemed so rehearsed - there was no point in acting freely when around a noble.
"My Master teaches me much, Aymeric."
...Like of the idea that this man has a Glyph as well. Should he show his hand this quickly? No. Will he if he tries to leave? Yes.

Aymeric can't help but step back slightly at him knowing his name. But that brings up another question:

"Do you call this world home then?"

"Of course. I'm not the kind to wander."

Not like those who flee, or those who have been brought into this woven disaster. God, it disgusted him. But, hey. He wasn't showing these feelings, giving a smile.

"But you are not of this one. A foreign presence, trying your hardest to understand," he says - simply assuming. "And that is why you come to me."

Hey, it's not his fault he got dragged into this world. He just happened to have fallen down like...what was that story Yua mentioned...Alice in somewhere?

"Aye, I am trying but it seems that every step I take forward, I somehow get knocked back two. But how I do I begin to even ask...and what will the cost be?"

A bitter laugh - he knew that feeling. All he wanted to do was survive, and now... well. He was thrown between two gods and a desire to live and exist.

"For you? The Princess of the Horde of Hromcheaux?"
...yes, he just called him that. A shake of his head.

"There is things I wish to know of your world. It may not cover all I shall charge, but a heretic has his own needs."

"The-?" he blinks, quite shocked at that title and that name. "Forgive me but I do not recall such a title."

Aymeric's trying to be polite and not recoil at the name of 'princess' but only because of the experience. He knew getting locked away would give him such a name.

"What would you like to know?"

"Much can change, even by one being aware. The... butterfly effect, if I recall the words correctly. That is one thing my Master tells me.

...And so, I desire to know the position of House Haillenarte in your world. Do they still stand strong? Do they still loathe to care for their own, if it is convinient?"

Y eah he has a bit of a grudge, but still... hope. For his other selves. A pause, before: "It is also simply truth, is it not? The Unicorn Dragon keeping one from their potentional, by leaving them as if a princess. As if they cannot tend to themselves."

"House Haillenarte?" he repeats but he can't help but reply. "Aye, they still stand." As to their affairs, even he has no idea so the line of loathing did not quite resonate with him. But he knows that a young lord does come see Haurchefant's grave from time to time...

"It was his desire to protect me or so he spoke. But actions were louder." a hand immediately moves to his chest. The burn and ache were long gone but Aymeric knows that while he may not know what exactly the dragon mark is, he knows that he is bound to Haurchefant somehow. But that isn't important right now because this man is...familiar somehow.

"Forgive me but...have we met before?"

His expression almost seems to soften at the touch of the chest... before, with a bit of loathing, he pulls up one of his sleeves. The scales from his fingers part a little up his arm, but reveal another burned-on mark, similar to his.

"The motions of a man wracked by guilt, and a desperate feeling of love."

Unlike his, which was gifted by love pure and gentle. His tone quiet, he decides to add more.

"You may have passed me once if you passed though the lands where Dalamud fell. Perhaps I still carried the name Francel? I've not met you, however - cept for the you tainted by the blood of that man.

...If I speak too fast, then please. I shall give you that information you seek." Perhaps, he thinks, he could influence him away from being manipulated.

Aymeric's breath caught in his throat as he sees the same mark that is all over his upper body. Desperate feeling of love...or a twisted sense of protection. But he's heard of the name Francel, a friend of Haurchefant and someone who still sees him after his passing.

"Nay, I can keep up with your words. I seek to find information on the primal Ixion."

"...Love and suffering seem to be tied up a lot in this, doesn't it?"

He comments, quietly. It makes him so tired. So damned tired. Was this what it meant to actually care for somebody? Destroy everything for them?

"That Primal was once a man, distorted by a gift my Master gave after all his family was lost. It is, however, not a Primal as Eorzea knows them."

"It feels that way, aye."

He should keep running, not giving a damn about that dragon or his goal but Aymeric knows he is not one to run from his duty or a promise. Is it love? That...can't be right. He knows that his heart belongs to his dark knight, the woman helping Borealis find his path. But why does he feel the same when it comes to the dragon?

"Then how is Ixion different?"

"Most Primal are fueled by crystals and followers both. And though there may be crystals abandoned and a few who may call him their Guardian...

...He does not require them. For Ixion is a creature created though mourning and a being of another world, meddling for his own reasons."

Ramza. If he were not his master, Francel would ask how creating a being like a Primal would bring his sister to life, but he had no desire to be messed with more. Instead he simply tried to imply it when they met. He pauses, trying to appear even more confident. With his dragon-esque tongue slightly flicking from his mouth, he continued.

"This Primal still has his mind inside, shielded from his own corruption by the magic which holds him together. If one could reach to him and settle his angers at having all of his children robbed from him by a worthless war...

...Well, who knows if that's possible?" He knows. But he doesn't think that he should tell this man. Especially since he hasn't gotten payment enough.

"Believe me, I have seen the impossible and I know those who have done it." He can think of six to nine reasons why: Yua, Yukiko, Patchouli, Fluttershy, Ziva, K'ori, Nephenee, Cirno and M'iles. And one of them is traveling with the version of himself in this world. Why he hasn't joined them? Well, he didn't want to make it awkward for Borealis due to his memory loss.

And he can appreciate the fact he wants to go a different way.

"Then let me try another line of questioning: is there a location which has what I need to help Lord Edmont?"

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