They were led to what looked like the village Chief's hut who, as expected, looked wise and sagely. He seemed a little apprehensive about them as he was sure their presence would mean trouble.<br/><br/>A moogle approached them, seemingly excited. It bounced around and it's excited thoughts danced in Donta's head as their pom's communicated.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Visitors! Visitors! New people! Oh this is so exciting!."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">" Muna don't get too attached strangers often mean ..trouble of some form."</span>the Chief said. The excited thoughts of the moogle quickly changed to those of concern as she looked Donta over, then Faustina.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You're hurt? Muna fix!"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The old man stood up with a troubled look on his face as if trouble was a every day problem. " Now, there are only three reasons people arrive through that cave; traders, soldiers, and castaways. I assume you are the latter of the three." Muna the moogle began to have her purple pom pom glow as she got nearer to Faustina. " Muna, I see you have spotted some injuries...Alright , big moogle explain to me how you began to travel with the Vierra, the short version. Muna heal them both."</span><br/><br/>"I am Donta, a High Moogle from Vvardenfell. This is Faustina" he explained as he felt a comforting magic ease his pain, "There was.....a tragedy in the city. At the Temple of the Sky. Everyone there was murdered and I found here lying unconscious there yet unharmed. We fled through the catacombs because we didn't want them to think we were to blame." He paused for a moment, his eyes locking on the Chief's face. He looked old and wise. Perhaps he would know..., "She was chosen, by Quetzalcoatl to be it's Avatar." he held up his paw, showing the whisp of smoke on his white fur, "I was chosen by Phantom. I think the Prophecy is near...."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"The quickest route possible to get there. Knowing Anara the prophecy was right under my nose." Her hands clenched into fists, one hand clutching the green jewel as if it was life or death rigth before her eyes. There was no way ...this was all gonna be for nothing. She turned to look at Sain. " I just want out of this cave before I start crying."</span><br/><br/>Sain nodded and lifted his scythe to turn to her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and closed his eyes.<br/><br/>"Think of where you want to go. Hold onto a memory of the place. Think of the atmosphere, the smell, the location relative to somewhere well known...." he fell silent as her thoughts drifted to him.<br/><br/>"Warp!"<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and they were no longer in Ifrit's cave, but another smaller cave. This one lined with book cases, a desk, a bed, and the smell of aging paper filled his nose. It brought back fond memories and made Sain feel quite comfortable here, but the time for nostalgia was not now. They had something important to do.<br/><br/>"Where would this book of prophecy be?" he asked.