[ Ah, perhaps he should not have brought that up just yet. It may well ruin their supper, but it can’t be helped – and X’rhun knows from experience that the lady of the house’s cooking tastes just as good cold, as gallivanting after graverobbers has caused him to keep some very late nights indeed.

In answer, X’rhun moves to the simple traveling pack slung over one of the bedposts. Rustling around in one of the pockets produces a piece of parchment – a clipping, to be precise, from one of the newspapers local to Ul’dah. He slides the article across the small table to Ardyn, and all at once it’s apparent why. Accompanying the story is an artist’s rendition of its subject – a young man with dark hair and a sleepy countenance, adorned in clothes many might find strange.

To those that know him, the image of Prince Noctis is very well done indeed. ]

This was some time ago, by now. I happened upon some Ul’dahn merchants talking about the article and had to hunt down a copy for myself.

[ The article itself is a fanciful and romantic sort of thing, speaking of a wayward traveler, lost between worlds, joining forces with Eorzea’s champion that he might find his way back to the woman he loves. Hopeful, to some, melancholy to those precious few that know the end to this particular tale. ]