Balthier had been more than a little preoccupied with the journals after he'd stepped inside the gate. Useful, he realized. Useful was the best way to describe them. And he had a ton of reading to do once, if he was to hope to find his friends. That would have to be shelved for later, however.

He glanced around the city, after a passing glance at the map. First, to figure out where to go. If this were completely random as he suspected, his friends could be anywhere. And they wouldn't have the advantage of having grabbed one of these useful journals.

Luckily enough, before he could even begin to be frustrated again, the answer to his problems crashed but a few feet away.

Perfect.