[ At the end of the day, adventurer and mercenary might not be so different, but there is an air of freedom that comes with the former that Oz lacks now. He has only ever wanted to be his own person.
They continue to follow the hall, no real destination in mind except for together, and stepping onto the stone bridge feels a bit like breaking the surface of water, passing from one reality to the other. Before them is a massive plain of rolling, green hills. A great stone structure sits in the midst of it, an impossibly large bowl carved out of rock up on which sits what can only be described as a castle, though certainly more Eastern in design than anything found in Fodlan. Massive banners of brightly woven cloth drape from the sides of the structure to the ground below, smaller similar standards cascade from stone pillars scattered throughout the plain, though whether they're man made or natural, it's difficult to tell.
Beyond that, the green tapers out into distant desert, or distant mountains, depending upon which way one looks. Above them, an endless sea of stars, impossibly bright in a sea of black. Oz stops walking, startled at first, but turning around reveals the monastery, silently looming behind them. He breathes out a quiet, almost relieved sigh. ]
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[ At the end of the day, adventurer and mercenary might not be so different, but there is an air of freedom that comes with the former that Oz lacks now. He has only ever wanted to be his own person.
They continue to follow the hall, no real destination in mind except for together, and stepping onto the stone bridge feels a bit like breaking the surface of water, passing from one reality to the other. Before them is a massive plain of rolling, green hills. A great stone structure sits in the midst of it, an impossibly large bowl carved out of rock up on which sits what can only be described as a castle, though certainly more Eastern in design than anything found in Fodlan. Massive banners of brightly woven cloth drape from the sides of the structure to the ground below, smaller similar standards cascade from stone pillars scattered throughout the plain, though whether they're man made or natural, it's difficult to tell.
Beyond that, the green tapers out into distant desert, or distant mountains, depending upon which way one looks. Above them, an endless sea of stars, impossibly bright in a sea of black. Oz stops walking, startled at first, but turning around reveals the monastery, silently looming behind them. He breathes out a quiet, almost relieved sigh. ]
It looks like this is my dream, too.