Will We Burn

Balthier waited patiently for Chimera to come to his call, and he stood with a slight bow in his head as he approached. Nothing too extra, but Balthier was always respectful to his authority and really anyone else. It as only his sister who had seen the darker side. He may not have always seemed happy or approachable, but he was always respectful.

"Chimera," He greeted back, suddenly struggling to find the words to put together. His head was full of emotions, and it was really difficult for him to speak fluently. But he would try his best to get them out right. "I need to... get off the island. Get out of Fenmyre." He was hoping that wasn't coming out harsher than he thought. He was at least not trying to offend his king. "I don't really know if I'm asking to leave for good or if I need a break." His lip pulled back slightly, maybe hoping that Chimera wouldn't ask him why though he would have expected it. Instead he tried to divert, though maybe not to any success. He had already said too much. "I've lost the raft, I'd like to search the southern shores of Boreas in hopes to retain it. It means a lot to me."

"Balthier Destruction"