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[agrias_oaks]

Well met, all of you. I am late with my introduction, and I’ve still honestly no idea if I’m even using this device correctly. Where I am from, most of our news travels by either letter or tavern, and this is quite unlike either. In truth, I would prefer this done face-to-face, but my attempts at recording a message, as some of you have already, have been troubled. (That cannot truly be what I sound like.)

I am Agrias Oaks, a Holy Knight of the royal guard of Ivalice, or formerly, at least. I suppose I am only a soldier of the Initiative now, if we can count ourselves such.

I understand that we were called to serve as an army. If we are to fight together, I should tell you where my talents lie. In my homeland, I was trained in the swordplay of the royal guard, and I have some practice in the spells and potioncraft of our healers. I can also cook. Particularly chocobo stew, if any of ours should die - but let us pray it does not come to that.

Until we are next called to battle, I will be exploring our surroundings, as it seems we may be here for some time. I am unsure how best to offer my company. If you have need of a sparring partner, I am happy to volunteer. I typically run for a few sectas in the mornings as well, and plan to continue it here, if you would ever care to join me.

If nothing else, I would simply welcome knowing more about yourselves and your own homelands. I'm quite used to traveling with extraordinary people; now it seems I will be sharing an island with them.

Take care.

Yours,

Agrias Oaks

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[diplomatique]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Agrias Oaks. I am Larsa Solidor, from the Archadian Empire. There is some relief in meeting another from the same 'world'.

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[agrias_oaks]

[Agrias has to correct several grammatical mistakes in her haste to respond to this particular message.]

That comes as great relief to hear, Sir Larsa, and I thank you deeply for writing me. I feared I might be the only one.

I confess, the Crown's relations with our neighbors are strained, and trade beyond our borders has been poor for most of my life. I'm afraid I do not know of your Empire...though I have heard of lands beyond Ordallia, to the far east. Might your homeland lie among them?

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[diplomatique]

As feared I.

[ the next part is what has him stumped. ]

Should I agree, I would admit to hearing of Ordallia. Yet, I've not heard of this land, same as you have not heard of mine.