Bottom of the Bottle

Was this a test of his strength somehow... this dream. As if he knew he wasn't in reality, was this not reality? He didn't flinch or cower in the slightest. Maybe the heat from the lava made him sweat out the rest of the hangover... maybe. His paws did spring around however to greet this giant glowing worm creature, and he was as ready as he would ever be. For this odd situation that was.

The guide seemed willing to fight or at least alert. Easy to notice the worm as a threat either way. A lifetime of training to protect his family was enough to throw him forward. If he had gone down another way of life like his father maybe things would be different. Or maybe that was all in his head. Brawn, only brawn. At least these days.

Balthier chooses strength

"Balthier"