Chief Steward: Ladies and gentleman, allow me to welcome you aboard on behalf of the East Ivalice Company. Your captain for our voyage is Mr. Ranton, with Mr. Nicol his first officer. I am Chief Steward Binastre. We have cabins available, should you wish to retire for the remainder of our journey. And please, let me know if I may be of any service.
Observation Parlour
Roamantics (tan blindfolded bangaa): Easy to let your guard down aboard these airships. But danger is always lurkin’, even here. First rule of adventurin’ is to keep your eyes open…
Roamantics (moogle with orange pom-pom): We travel the world, seeking adventure. That’s our leader standing over by the window. Grim, strong… just like an adventurer should be, kupo. He’s always helping me out, kupo. I hope I can help, too, when we reach the desert. High adventure on the sands… Gotta pull my own weight!
Roamantics (green bangaa at shop counter): I hear there’s a huge dungeon in Nalbina that hardly anyone makes it out of… in one piece, anyway. Makes the blood run cold, it does.
Roamantics (black bangaa looking out window): Your greatest enemy is your own carelessness. The world teems with trouble. Never know when it might come knockin’.
Air Deck
Wayward Seeq: Can’t find me friend anywhere. You don’t suppose I got on the wrong airship? That’d be a fine how-do-you-do, wouldn’t it?
Migrant Laborer (orange seeq on lower deck): … Leave me be! I’m in no mood for talk… Urph! I’ve a touch of airsickness… Please boy, just leave… me be… Ooorph!
Merchant: Do you think it’s because of the reconstruction in Nalbina? All these seeq and bangaa onboard, I mean. It’s not helping me relax, I’ll say that.
Boonswaggled Bookkeeper: I thought I’d contracted to be a keeper of books, but somehow they changed the agreement… they expected me to do heavy labor at the fortress! I don’t know how, but they cheated me. I can’t work out under the sun like that… I won’t! What was I to do but run and hide?
Bohemian: You’ve heard of Theodora the Highborn, I presume. The epic tale of romance and intrigue set against the backdrop of Nalbina Fortress. To think, I’ll soon walk the halls and byways of the novel! I cannot wait!
Migrant Laborer (blue seeq on upper deck): Had the most vivid dream that I was thrown into the dungeons at Nalbina, my body wastin’ away to nothin’. Ever since, I’ve walked the true path, on my mother’s soul! Just thinkin’ on that dream is enough to keep me honest.
Troubled Passenger: No one ever said it would be easy earnin’ a livin’, but there are limits to what a man can take… How many times have I left the crews in Nalbina. …How many times have I gone draggin’ myself back. Man can’t live without gil in his pocket.
Sky Saloon
Migrant Laborer (green bangaa at back bar): Nalbina may be hot, but heat I can stand. If there’s gil to be had. It’s this dungeon talk what has me worried. I mean really …dungeons? Who ever heard of a city with dungeons? Straight out of a mummer’s farce, that. Hope I don’t regret this….
Traveling Merchant: Friend o’ mine was sent off to Nalbina. A petty offense – ought to have been able to pay a fine and be done with it. Turn of ill luck. Luckily he managed to get out, somehow. Saw him toiling away last time I was passin’ through Nalbina. Better an’ rottin’ in a dungeon.
Saloon Steward: Interest you in a frothy mug o’ scuttlebutt?
>A Nalbina, my good man!
One Nalbina, comin’ right up! Truth be told, I don’t have fond memories of that place. I’d just crossed the deserts, not a gil to my name… barely made it there alive. A pretty girl found me, brought a skin of the finest water I’d ever drunk. Like an oasis on my lips, it was.
>I don’t drink.
Not too quick, are you, boy? You wouldn’t know a joke if it bit you on the tail.
Chief Steward: How may I help you, sir? We have cabins available, if you would like to rest until we make port. Would you like me to show you to a cabin?
>Yes, please.
Let’s see… Vaan, was it? You’ll be staying in cabin A-31. I hope you’ve enjoyed your journey.
>No, thanks.
Don’t hesitate to ask again, should you change your mind.
