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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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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.

You may call it what you please. Words are air.

Which are rather big words for someone so set on hers being right, throwing insults everywhere.

My words are backed with action. I have yet to see any from you.

The only actions I've seen from you are harassing a neophyte and some admittedly impressive use of red magic. Besides, I don't like wasting my aether, especially not outside of a city.

Oh? You know of red magic? Yet you limit yourself to the basic thaumaturgy?

[She taps her glasses.]

They're not just for show, I actually need them. Flipping around like you were would just leave me blind. Besides, each person has their own preferences. Mine just happen to include explosions and not swords.

... Hmph.

[She turns away once more.]

I grow bored of this. You limit your own strength and that boy's.

Whatever helps you sleep at night. It's past time we were heading back, anyway.

Scurry off now, then.

[She's just going to head off the side of the road, and waiting for the next large animal to pass by, so she can nail it with a Veraero to kill it.]

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