Face your daylight horrors!

”Now, why are we really hunting this thing?” Karl asked Basch in the hopes of receiving a better answer than For the feathers! To his great relief, his hope was not in vain.

“People post marks for local menaces. Most likely, this creature has disrupted the peace in some way.” Karl nodded, satisfied with finally having a logical explanation.

One airship ride and conversation with the petitioner later, however, it became clear the bird has done the opposite of disturbing the local peace.

“Are we to slay it for… having saved its kin from bandits?” Karl’s voice was tinged with disbelief.

“To satisfy the curiosity of the Clan members, more like,” Basch responded with a weary sigh.

A why are we are letting them drag us out to do these things hung in the air, unsaid, yet somehow they both sensed it.

“The kid’s elder brother was mortally wounded under my command. I feel responsible for him.” And protective of him as well, but that was not something that needed to be said out loud when actions spoke so clearly.

“We spent many years locked up in a tower together. He can be good company, when he wants to. I… fear what he would do, if left to his own devices.”

They both looked at the mage sprawled out in the snow, waving his arms and legs about to form the general shape of a robed person, Vaan directing him.

“I believe I understand,” Basch said with a sombre nod.

“Do you think they forgot about finding the bird before this Monid person does?” Karl wondered out loud after having watched the spectacle for a while longer. Even after being out of the Circle for so long, he knew Anders could still be distracted by the concept of weather at times.

Basch nodded again. “Yes.”