Ah, another member of the fancy coat club. Excellent. I was so afraid I'd had finery ripped from my sad stranded fingers.

[ balthier stops off briefly to grab a sturdy but plain sack and the frew supplies he's manage to gather: canteens for water, some bland but nutrient-laden tack, and a sketch of where they're headed. navigation skills have never let him down.

he shows the latter to nina. ] We're here, the egg garden is here. It's a bit of a walk, but the way should be fairly clear due to semi-regular traffic. We should be able to get back by nightfall.