[Basch has had enough of the feast--he cares little for wine, nor the loose tongues that accompany it. He's heard enough of this place, spoken to enough of the people here, to know that there will be no easy way back to Ivalice. His lord is not here. What else is there to do, then?
For a start, he's come down to the stables to secure himself a mount. The attendant fairyfolk seem willing enough to lend him a steed... but when he reaches the stall that they've pointed out, he finds himself face to face with a large chestnut-colored horse. Do they not ride chocobos, here?
Anyone in the stables will see, at least for a moment or two, a tall, blond, scarred man in ornate full plate armor staring at a horse.
This is what we call "dithering."]
B. Just outside Caer Glaem
[Eschewing the Judicer's plate that seems a touch redundant, Basch has wandered outside the stronghold to the surrounding meadows, clad in a simple linen shirt and breeches. There's a sword belt around his waist, the only outward sign that he expects to encounter any sort of difficulty.
He cares little for this situation, but from what he's gathered that's nothing new or special in any way. Moreover, no amount of his own dislike will change anything. So for the first time in possibly years, Basch is going to go outside and smell the roses. Literally.
He's been a knight for the entirety of his adult life, and he's been a Judge Magister for the last year, living in his brother's shadow. For the first time in a year he can tell the people around him his true name. For the first time in longer still he can tell them his name and not be called "kingslayer" in return. There are things that must be done, aye, but there is also time to be himself for a change. Time to take a walk outside and enjoy the sunshine on his face.
Find him anywhere outside the castle strolling in the meadows.]
C. Choose your own adventure And remember kids, for those who know Gabranth, this guy is literally the same guy except for a scar across his brow. Have fun with that.
Basch fon Ronsenburg | Final Fantasy XII | Seelie
[Basch has had enough of the feast--he cares little for wine, nor the loose tongues that accompany it. He's heard enough of this place, spoken to enough of the people here, to know that there will be no easy way back to Ivalice. His lord is not here. What else is there to do, then?
For a start, he's come down to the stables to secure himself a mount. The attendant fairyfolk seem willing enough to lend him a steed... but when he reaches the stall that they've pointed out, he finds himself face to face with a large chestnut-colored horse. Do they not ride chocobos, here?
Anyone in the stables will see, at least for a moment or two, a tall, blond, scarred man in ornate full plate armor staring at a horse.
This is what we call "dithering."]
B. Just outside Caer Glaem
[Eschewing the Judicer's plate that seems a touch redundant, Basch has wandered outside the stronghold to the surrounding meadows, clad in a simple linen shirt and breeches. There's a sword belt around his waist, the only outward sign that he expects to encounter any sort of difficulty.
He cares little for this situation, but from what he's gathered that's nothing new or special in any way. Moreover, no amount of his own dislike will change anything. So for the first time in possibly years, Basch is going to go outside and smell the roses. Literally.
He's been a knight for the entirety of his adult life, and he's been a Judge Magister for the last year, living in his brother's shadow. For the first time in a year he can tell the people around him his true name. For the first time in longer still he can tell them his name and not be called "kingslayer" in return. There are things that must be done, aye, but there is also time to be himself for a change. Time to take a walk outside and enjoy the sunshine on his face.
Find him anywhere outside the castle strolling in the meadows.]
C. Choose your own adventure And remember kids, for those who know Gabranth, this guy is literally the same guy except for a scar across his brow. Have fun with that.