The sound of Gabranth's armor had been welcome, even if Larsa had been trying to go out alone. At the response from Fran and Balthier, the young prince's face split into a smile, though it was impossible to see in the darkness.

"I do not mind, though I believe you both are more than capable without my aid," he responded to his friends, swinging his sword into one of the heartless anyway. Fran and Balthier were expert warriors and normally wouldn't have needed any help, but Larsa knew this city offered much worse things than those of Ivalice, particularly in the sheer quantity.

"Barring attacks by shadows, how have you both been?"