"No need for walking out, unless of course you would prefer to," Volt'aire said as he reached into his petasos and pulled out a bauble on a leather thong. "Just give it a moment to charge and we'll be back somewhere more comfortable in no time."
Rosalyn shuffled for a moment, reaching into her tattered cape and pulled out a Scroll of Instant Warp. "Without wanting to sound too rude," she said quietly, "I think I'm going to head home. It's been far too long." She carefully sat up and used the scroll, vanishing into the darkness that enclosed around her.
"Kupopo!" Kupachi flittered around for a moment. "I better follow her." He waved goodbye to his friends and spun in the air, disappearing with his moogle magic.
"Alright then, everyone who's joining me step lively now," Volt'aire said as he stepped aside several yalms with Resha staying close. Locke helped Eris to her feet and they stood beside them.
"Is that everyone?" Volt'aire asked as the adventurers who would be traveling with him approached. "Off we go then." He raised up the necklace and the teleportation magic wrapped around them.
As the magic faded the group found themselves standing outside of the Lion Springs Tavern in South San d'Oria. Their adventure had began here, and now that everything was said and done it was the perfect place to relax and get a drink. Volt'aire stepped into the tavern with Resha on his arm and took up a seat at a large table. Locke helped Eris to the table and then went straight to the bar to get drinks.
The Zilart waved to the rest of the adventurers. "Come on then, lets sit for a round or two."
It was a hot afternoon in South San d'Oria, the blazing sun setting off in the distance splashed the sky in golds and oranges. Few people walked the streets, as the heat was still prevalent despite the night drawing near. There was a spark of argumentative speech drawing closer to the tavern, no more than thirty yalms away from the direction of the Residential Area. A Mithra stomped through the open gate with a Moogle in tow.
She wore a green vest, revealing and open in the front to try and let in some air in an attempt to cool off. Her rusted red hair spilled from underneath a matching green bonnet and her icy blue eyes were narrow in annoyance. "I can't believe my Home Point was still set here in San d'Oria, I wanted to go home to Windurst!"
"B-b-but at least we had something for you to put on stored away," the Moogle stammered, trying to appease the Mithra.
She waved her hand in the air as if she were dismissing the statement. "It doesn't matter, this will have to do for now." She checked the two daggers at her side. They had been in storage for a long time, but they were no worse for wear. "I need a drink!" she announced as she strode purposefully toward the tavern.
The Mithra entered the tavern with an air of exoticness around her. She took note of a bespectacled man wearing a petasos, and a long haired woman seated next to him. There was a dark skinned woman, asleep at the table as well and a dark haired man enthralled by a bard on the stage. Seated with them was a large group of adventurers of all races and classes. She took the scene in and let out a sigh.
Rosalyn smiled and waved, and took up a seat.
To be forgotten is worse than death.