Blinking, G'raha reminded himself that Hien had been born the year after the annexation of Doma, which would make them the same age. Yet seeing him there in the Kienkan, framed by the imposing ink painting of Yanxia, the man seemed somehow larger than life. Since their first meeting, G'raha had known the Doman lord to be every bit as impressive as the heads of the other city-states. Thus he endeavored to separate the man from the myth, electing simply to introduce himself as the newest member of the Scions. It was a tale that would thankfully never come to pass, and he knew all too well it served no purpose to entertain stories from its tattered pages.
A hero from an altogether different book of history. G'raha had been thrilled to meet the man he'd only read about.
They had met once before, when the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance held council on the matter of the Telophoroi. Pray accept my apologies for bringing you all this way," Hien said with a warm smile. I remember that much, at least.Īt last, he reached the center of the maze, and there, sitting cross-legged in a massive chamber, was the man he had come to see. But even so, his time as the Exarch had taught him the importance of appearances. He was no envoy, nor less an emissary come on stately business. As G'raha struggled to recall what he knew of Far Eastern customs, he made a point to be mindful of his posture. In any case, the serene surroundings did little to settle his nerves. There was a uniquely floral fragrance in the air, though it was unclear if the aroma was inherent to the aged wood or if the halls were purposefully scented.
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Hakuro ushered him inside and swiftly guided him through a labyrinthine series of halls. According to Hakuro, the structure had once been the residence of the enclave's magistrate, but had since been renamed the Kienkan─roughly translated as "the Swallow's Homecoming"─and had served as Lord Hien's domicile since the end of the imperial occupation. Duty first!Īt the end of the road stood a manor nigh as grand as the mountains behind it. He caught glimpses of craftsmen hard at work within, but quickly averted his gaze, lest he be distracted from the purpose of his visit.
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Ornate stone walls with round gates and fan-shaped windows lined either side of the street. In keeping pace with the wolfman's giant strides, G'raha scarcely had time to take in the distinctive architecture of the enclave. No sooner had he disembarked than a towering Lupin welcomed him with a graceful bow, introducing himself as Hakuro, a retainer of Lord Hien. From there, a gentle tide bore him along the One River, all the way to the Doman Enclave. Passing through Kugane, G'raha made for the small fishing village of Isari in the Ruby Sea, where a chartered skiff awaited him. Donning what he hoped was a neutral expression, he ignored their knowing looks, and the burning of his cheeks, and set about making preparations to depart forthwith. But the smiles playing on their lips quickly gave the lie to that. "Well, I can hardly reject an invitation from the great Lord Hien," he pondered aloud, hoping the words might convince his colleagues that duty and obligation were foremost in his thoughts. Conceding that there was no secret subtext, he began to contemplate how best to proceed when the Warrior of Light's stories of Doma sprang to mind. G'raha flipped the letter over and held it up to the light, searching for a clue─some hidden cipher or sign that might explain this unusual correspondence. Had he bade me bring our adventuring friend, I could understand it, but I haven't the faintest idea what he could possibly want with me." "I should very much like to know that myself. "I've been invited to Doma.for a private audience with Lord Hien." In disbelief, he read the message again to confirm his eyes were not deceiving him, before turning to his companions in bewilderment. Availing himself of a letter opener from Ojika's desk, he quickly extracted the missive, and had barely begun to pore over its contents when a sudden, sharp gasp escaped his lips, drawing quizzical glances from Krile and Ojika. He examined the envelope and the elegant Eorzean script in which his name had been written, noting that the sender’s name was curiously absent. In her hand was an envelope marked for his personal attention─a rare occurrence, as nearly all missives the Students received were addressed to the collective. Duty would eventually call him back to the Baldesion Annex, however, and he had barely arrived when Krile emerged from the office to greet him. It had been some time since the turmoil of the Final Days, and G'raha Tia was making the most of a rare moment of quiet with a leisurely lunch out in the midday sun.
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