In the dark hours, the streets of San d'Oria was stirring with unease. Among the Temple Knights marching about, searching every corner meticulously, a shadowy figure swept past, into the depth of the Residential District. An elderly Elvaan Thief stood by, waiting for the paths to clear up, and quickly turned to a particular door and picked his way through, only to be greeted by the tip of a sword by his throat.
"Relax, it's me." Gauldeval explained, maybe a bit too calmly at the Hume girl on the opposite end of the weapon, still bleary eyed and in pajamas trying to make sense of things.
"Ugh...you know you could've just knoc-" Microcuts began to reply, putting the sword away only to be interrupted by a rather rude banging on the door.
"Open up citizen. Order of the Temple Knights."
Micro's eyes widened open and shot a glare towards Gauldeval who merely shrugged in response and headed towards a dark corner somewhere to hide. After Gauldeval had disappeared into the corner without a hint, she opened the door. Behind the massive knight standing before her she spotted others checking all the doors within the Residential District.
"Ah, Lady Microcuts," the Knight greeted her rather nervously and bowed his head. "Please ma'am, we could really use some capable hands. We had a break in at the Chateau, and we have a reason to believe the perpetrator may have holed up somewhere in this part of the district."
"Um..." Micro stared straight into his eyes, "You're with the Temple Knights, you said? I may be labeled 'just an adventurer' but you're no where near in position to give me orders." she replied sharply, hoping the Knight would quietly walk away. "Give me a moment and I'll go speak with your superior personally."
The Temple Knight stood there speechless for a moment, and saluted before walking away. With the Knights moving down the streets, she turned to the late night visitor. To her surprise Gauldeval was donning some unfamiliar, and somewhat unsightly equipment - tight fitting harness and garment, topped off with a dagger at his waist, akin to that of a Thief.
"What did you do this time, and what are you wearing? I thought you said you trashed your Thief equipment long ago." Micro exclaimed, examining Gauldeval head to toe.
"I lied. I'm a Thief at heart, what do you expect?" He headed towards the table and tossed several scrolls before her. "I know what you've been reading up on lately. This might be of interest."
Since the battle in Al Zhabi, Micro had been greatly interested in something she had overheard. She remembered back in Windurst conversing with Aeric about searching for Altrage d'Oraguille, the Bastard Son of Destin. While being locked up in Monbereaux's clinic to recover, she searched a great deal into the history of Altrage and his unit of Dragoon Knights, or more specifically the difference between San d'Oria, who labeled him a failure of a diplomat who defected the country for good, and the Empire of Aht Urhgan, who labeled him and his units as hooligans and incriminated them at some point with very sketchy details ultimately ending in their execution. At this point, neither seemed accurate or honest, from the surface to the core, potentially making it worthwhile to look into.
"I obviously don't have time to read this with you but be careful with it. I fear you may have poked your little nose into something far greater than what its worth." said Gauldeval while keeping a close eyes on those out in the streets. "I need to get out of here before you get wrapped up in my little antic. Any ideas?"
"Woah, hold on a second. I never asked you to do this; this was to be my little 'hobby'. And couldn't you just telepor-"
"The Moogle magic restricts me of my magic while I turn Thief, and I can't risk lurking back towards my house I'm afraid. Besides, I did this for San d'Oria. I feel there's more to the rumor about the Bastard Son of Destin than just that, a rumor." Gauldeval peeped out the window and let out a sigh of frustration, then spotted Micro's Moogle silently watching all of this rather calmly.
"You there, Moogle," he motioned at him, "Couldn't you lift the restriction? No, wait, that wouldn't work... Though I suppose you might have more ideas than her over there." He pointed at Micro who was completely absorbed into her recent acquisition.
"I... could Teleport too, kupo." the Moogle replied sheepishly. Micro's Moogle was, as she was told, still a novice and still wasn't very good with the Moogle magic.
"Excellent." Gauldeval clapped his hands, "We'll get right on that. I suppose you won't mind if I borrow him for a second, would you?" he asked Micro who was still spaced out reading the material before her. "Ahem. I suppose you won't mind if I borrowed everything in your locker for good, would you?"
"Huh? Wha- Hold on a second. You still owe me a new crossbow after that last one! And yeah, I suppose you could take him out for a walk." She stood up, putting the papers away and turned to the situation at hand. "I think I realize what you mean now... Anyhow, I have to go. I'm sure the Chateau will be a bit hectic so I'll have to stick around for a while. Thanks for leaving me with all the dirty work, old man; I'll catch up with you in a day or so."
"Right. Be sure to stay in touch." Gauldeval replied, waving the signal pearl at her. And with a slight flash from the spell, Gauldeval and Micro's Moogle vanished.
At the other end of the travel, Gauldeval was more than surprised to find himself in some snowfield. Before him was a pile of unconscious Gigas, with hints of battle that only ended recently in the snow. "I should've explained...I can only Teleport to different nations, my house, and to the MHMU, kupo..." the Moogle explained, feeling rather defeated at the mix up.
"Hold on Moogle. It might be better this way." Gauldeval motioned to be left alone as he approached the structure in front of him. Behind him the Moogle teleported away fearing the repercussions of bringing an adventurer to the very doorsteps of the MHMU without a good reason. Gauldeval paused at the door and thought for a moment just how to explain himself before knocking on it.
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