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[WELCOME TO THE AZIM STEPPE. perhaps you're there from a different ~~instance~~ timeline, or perhaps not. either way, there's a warrior of light xaela here who is sitting on the edge of the Dawn Throne, legs dangling off the cliff as she looks down over the Dotharl land. She's pretty conflicted! she also is dressed like a weirdo, and barefoot. And there's a rapier at her side, embedded in the ground so she can draw it quickly without it getting in the way while she sits.]

What a right pain this all is... They'll have the next me's head for this.

[Or maybe you're elsewhere! Ibakha the Wanderer can end up anywhere, so go nuts if you have somewhere else you'd rather she be.]

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...no. Half of them aren't even really fighters, just hunters.

... What a strange person.

Because I don't want to spar against my family?

Do you not wish to be strong?

I wish to see Eorzea, and I've managed that. Besides, what I consider strong may not be what someone else does.

You are another wanderer?

A little more...structured than that, but yes. The Weaver's Guild and other guilds in the city will hire adventurers to guard their cargo, but sometimes there aren't any around who want to take the job.

[Thoughtfully:]

There usually aren't, actually. Something about escorting cargo not being what they became adventurers for. Either way, if I don't have any students or if I have students who want some field work, they'll hire me.

[She snorts dismissively.]

Hah. They are so choosy... Well, it's their problem.

[She turns away.]

I've become bored of this place and these people.

Have you been to Limsa Lominsa? Hard to get bored of pirates and sailors, at least quickly.

I have. Crude and crass, full of braggarts whose words are far grander than their skills. Worst of all when I first arrived.

Not if you give the place a chance. I wouldn't go towards Coerthas if I were you, though. They don't take particularly well to anyone remotely draconic in appearance.

No one tells Ibakha where she may not go. Should they take issue with my appearance, I will teach them their foolishness.

Or die in an onslaught of dragoons, knights, and angry dispossessed.

If that is what happens, so be it.

....you know, the only people I've met with such a blasé attitude towards death are people with a death wish.

You know none but fools. I do not wish for death, for I know not death. Should I die, I will die in battle, slaying as many as are foolish enough to challenge me, and the glory will guide my soul to my people to be reborn once more.

I am Ibakha Wanderer. I am of the Dotharl. We fear no death, for we are deathless. The Dotharl are eternal.

[...huh. As someone who works closely with quite a few devotees of Thal, this is interesting and also a little uncomfortable.

Rhel is intrigued.]

Where are you from?

Are those ears mere decorations? I am Dotharl, born to Dotharl Khaa. But I am Ibakha Wanderer, Ibakha No-Home, whose feet have touched the entire world. I am 'from' nowhere and everywhere.

Which doesn't answer my question. Where were you born? Where are your people from?

Dotharl Khaa. How much must I repeat myself?

As many times as it takes you to realize that those words mean nothing to me, because they are not on any map of Eorzea I've ever seen.

[The Raen speaks up, finally. "There isn't a lot of writing or maps on Othard, Dotharl. They've never heard of the Steppe."]

Kah. Your Eorzea is not the entire world. You have a Raen student, yet believe I come from this land?

[She sounds quite dismissive.]

Obviously I don't, otherwise I wouldn't have asked. I know you came from the east, child.

[Rhel can do it better.]

I wanted to know where in the east. I've never gone that far, thanks to the Garleans.

You have guts to call me a child. You, whose feet have faltered, as you cower in fear of the ironmen, letting them keep you from the world.

[She's grinning, or rather sneering now. She's mad.]

I was born in the East, in Orthard, in the Azim Steppe, in the shadow of the Dawn Throne. Like every Ibakha before me, I have set out and wandered. Gods and Garleans alike have fallen before my blade.

What you call fear I call a healthy sense of knowing my own limitations.