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- — — If there was one thing humanity would always find a way for even in the direst of circumstances it was the erection of an establishment specializing in inebriation, merriment, and debauchery. Ignis himself was no stranger to this establishment, as it was the only place in Lestallum one could find live music, and there was precious little else left to him in the way of simple pleasures. Though only a year prior one would have had an exceedingly difficult time of convincing Ignis Scientia he would ever be caught dead in such a place, one year prior, he’d also never have dreamt he’d spend the rest of his life as a blind man, or that the sun may never rise again, or that Insomnia would have fallen, or that Noct would not only be missing but that Ignis would spend every day hoping it took as long as possible for him to return because when he did he was prophesied to die to save the world.
- — — Circumstances changed. Wise men adapted.
- — — Ignis also knew it was here that he was most likely to find Aranea, and he had trouble verifying neither her presence nor her location once he stepped into the bar. Biggs’s voice, presently in the middle of relating what sounded to be a dramatic and possibly amusing ( and possibly exaggerated ) tale of an encounter with a daemon was easy to discern amongst other sounds and voices. Where there was smoke, there was often fire, and indeed as he stepped closer he heard the telltale ‘ mm hmm, mm hmm ’ of the ex-Commodore’s voice.
- — — As luck would have it, Biggs was wrapping up his tale with a lively proclamation that something had been the size of his head, leaving Ignis an excellent opportunity to place some gil coins on the table and slide them in front of Aranea as Wedge called into question whether or not it had really been that large.
- — — “ Pardon the interruption. I’ve need of your services, if you’d do me the honor. ”
