Bottom of the Bottle

As the guide moved forward everything seemed to change as if he were in a dream, or still completely drunk. Balthier looked below at the lava, and forward again at the rickety bridge before him. His eyes focused down at the wooden planks, it was all a dream after all. A test... a challenge... something else life would throw at him. A silly show to put him through. What would be at the end of this dream...

His paws moved forward and took a carful step onto the bridge, his leg wobbling slightly as he picked up another and tried to find his balance. He had plenty of practice after all. Not even a glance back to the man who led him here.

Balthier chooses dexterity

"Balthier"