Noelmoogle

The light of the lamps flickered within the Rising Stones, the air chilled with night's touch. There was nary a soul awake within the gathering place of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn—the collection of adventurers such as Hoary Boulder and Riol were either out running errands or asleep in their beds… much like those key few confined to the infirmary, yet to awaken from their cursed slumber. The Warrior of Light, Eorzea's sole hope, was elsewhere—no doubt they had their own business to attend to. There was nary a soul awake. Nary a soul… except one. In the dim lamplight of the Rising Stones did a Lalafellian woman scou