<em>Hmm... chaos. Big city, it's too noisy to tell anything in particular,</em>she replies, after a minute.<em>Unless you can give me something specific, sorry.</em><br/><br/>He focuses himself inward, towards the god Bahamut, and the world around him seems to fade away, before a short poem embeds itself in his mind.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>With eyes of gem<br/>And heart of gold<br/>This tiny wren<br/>Will never grow old.</em></div>