Well, this had been more eventful than he'd bargained, and he'd planned on trouble upon entering the Pharos. Better safe than dead, at the very least, and that brought a wry smile to his face. Pharos, then Paixao, where he'd encountered almost immediately a flying carpet, something useful for his current goal in finding his friends.

However, he couldn't think of a rhyme or reason for the other two. The fairy that accosted him almost immediately after the carped (and the thing with the carpet) immediately gave him the sense that he'd not only been thrown off the face of Ivalice, but straight into a children's storybook. The notion had occurred to him before, but this perhaps cemented it.

So, he was playing the part of a hero in a land of fantasy, then? Very well, he could manage that until he found his friends and saw fit to escape from this disturbing place. Of course, the carpet was priceless enough to come with him.

He glanced on his shoulder at the blue, monster-like creature that was perched there, before promptly brushing him off. There would be none of that. He wasn't fond of animals that reminded him of the fiends that had attempted numerous times to kill him in his travels.

"And once again, something I wasn't expecting. Who are you, hm?" he asked to the young fairy, only momentarily deterred from the carpet. He placed a foot on the thing, and he had to admit. He was shocked when it didn't give way.