With the main excitement over, Imos let the heroes preach their greatness and the Chemists do their thing to heal the other squires, he himself had been late to the party, even if he managed to claim a few victims on the field.<br/><br/>Walking up to the fallen on the field he began searching the bodies of the ordallians for any possible valuables, taking a few trinkets and pieces of jewelry from them, the clothes and armor were damaged and relatively worthless, as for the weaponry, he was sure those would be noticed missing if any superiors decided to loot.<br/>"healing potions, antidotes, eyedrops... these guys were outfitted reasonably well."<br/><br/>grabbing one each he returned to the others, spotting the endowed blonde and hearing her words.<br/><br/>"Your home, huh? well, terribly sorry for barging in from all sides like this, the Ordallian's, those people, were not exactly inclined to invite us for tea.<br/>We are Soldiers from Ivalice, their enemies, and were to meet up here to form an army."<br/><br/>he looks over to the others.<br/>"and from what I've seen so far, a pretty powerful army at that."<br/><br/>turning back to her he extends a hand<br/>"the name is Imos, son of none, scoundrel. what's your name, mylady?"