Cloister of Flame

[In the next chamber, the air seems to be distorted somehow, almost discolored.]

Penelo: Fog? Underground?

Fran: Not fog – Mist.

Penelo: You can see the Mist? With your eyes?

Fran: Where it is thick enough, you may. The nether runs deep in this place.

Penelo: So, is the Mist dangerous?

Fran: Yes, but it is also an aid. A dense Mist allows the workings of powerful magicks.

Penelo: I’ll keep that in mind. [looking to Vaan a short distance away with Balthier and Ashe] Can’t count on Vaan to keep track of these things. That’s for sure.

[After defeating Belias, the Gigas…]

[You obtained the Esper Belias, the Gigas]

Fran: In vainglory they arose, shouting challenges at the gods. But prevail they did not. Their doom it was to walk the Mist until Time’s end. A legend of the nu mou.

Ashe: My family tells a story of the Dynast-King and an Esper. The story goes that in his youth, the Dynast-King defeated a mighty gigas… for which the gods took heed of him. Thereafter, it was bound to him in thralldom.

Balthier: So all this time it’s been here guarding the Dynast-King’s treasure.

Ashe: Not so. The Esper is the Dynast-King’s treasure.

Balthier: [surprised, and dismayed] That’s your treasure?

Ashe: In this Esper we now command rests a power whose worth is beyond any measure.

Balthier: Is that so? Call me old-fashioned, but I was hoping for a treasure whose worth we could measure.