The Confiscatory
Fran: Look.
Balthier: Ah! The prison repository of wrested relics and raiments.
Vaan: So our things are in here?
Balthier: That’s what I said.
[You recover your lost items and equipment!]
[You obtain a map of the Nalbina Dungeons!]
[Your location map for this area is complete!]
The Black Watch
Balthier: There are more turnkeys than cutpurses down here. I’ve had my fill of chains. Let’s tread lightly, shall we?
The Oubliette
[Balthier, Fran, and Vaan hide in the shadows and watch the following scene unroll. The Judge approaches the chasm in the middle of the room, from which a long thin cage is being hoisted. Inside the cage a very unkempt and scarred blond man is shackled. The Judge takes his helmet off as he begins speaking to the prisoner. The two look remarkably alike, thought the Judge is of course clean-shaven and groomed.]
Judge: You have grown very thin, Basch. Less than a shadow. Less than a man. Sentenced to death and yet you live. Why?
Basch: To silence Ondore. How many times must I say it?
Judge: Is that all?
Basch: Why not ask Vayne himself? Is he not one of your masters?
Judge: We’ve caught a leader of the insurgence. She is being brought from Rabanastre. The woman Amalia. Who could that be? Such a faithful hound to cling to a fallen kingdom.
Basch: Better than throwing it away.
Judge: [putting back on his helmet] Throwing it away? As you threw away our homeland?
[The Judge and accompanying Imperials leave, and Balthier, Fran, and Vaan emerge. Basch perks up.]
Basch: Who’s there?
Balthier: [to Balthier and Fran] This the place?
Fran: The Mist is flowing through this room. It must be going somewhere.
Basch: You! You’re no Imperials. Please, you must get me out –
Balthier: It’s against my policy to speak with the dead. Especially when they happen to be kingslayers.
Basch: I did not kill him.
Balthier: Is that so? Glad to hear it.
Basch: Please, get me out. For the sake of Dalmasca.
[Vaan scowls at this comment, and leaps onto the cage, enraged, gripping the bars as he screams at Basch.]
Vaan: Dalmasca!? What do you care about Dalmasca!? Everything that’s happened is because of you! Everyone that’s died, every single one! Even my brother – You killed my brother!
Balthier: Quiet! The guards will hear.
[Too late – Fran is the first to hear the sounds of Imperials coming.]
Fran: I’m dropping it.
[She kicks the lever that keeps Basch’s cage suspended. The chain holding it up loosens…]
Balthier: [shaking his head] Pirates without a sky.
[Balthier jumps onto the cage along with Fran and Vaan, just as the cage begins to drop full velocity into the abyss below.]
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