Outside the Chocobo Cart, in the Noble's Reception Hall of the Border City, the old man—who hadn't left his birthplace for most of his life—looked around with a mix of unease and curiosity.
What was written on paper could never match personal experience. Although, as a scholar, he had long understood the border; making the decision to leave his homeland and come to this strange yet familiar Border City made the usually stern old man's face show an unmistakable nervousness.
Yet when the crisp and joyous call reached his ears, the tension on the old man's face transformed into a smile.
He turned his head to see his granddaughter, whom he hadn't seen for some time, jump off the luxurious bird carriage, her face beaming as she ran toward him.
Just as she had written in her letters, she was still healthy and lively, her voice ringing like a wind chime, and her magic power had indeed grown significantly since her departure.
