Welcome to Their Jungle

Welcome to Their Jungle

Quest giver

Montblanc

Location

Kugane (X:10.0, Y:12.1)

Quest line

Return to Ivalice

Level

70

Experience

 0

Gil

 1,408

Previous quest

The Path of Most Resistance

Next quest

The City of Lost Angels

Patch

4.5

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Montblanc is eager to return to the Prima Vista and report on your findings.

— In-game description

Steps

• Speak with Ramza in the tiring room.
• Speak with Lina Mewrilah.
• Speak with Bwagi down at Kugane Landing.
• Speak with Lina Mewrilah near the Ruby Bazaar.
• Return to the Prima Vista.
• Speak with Ramza.
• Speak with Jenomis.

Journal

• How Montblanc made it back to the tiring room is a mystery best left unsolved.
• Despite little chance for success, you contact several of your closest companions and present them with Fran's demands. To your surprise, Hancock responds almost immediately and summons you to the Ruby Bazaar to discuss business.
• While Lina seems enthusiastic enough, you, on the other hand, are not as optimistic as the reporter as to how this will all play out.
• Bwagi insists that he accompany you to the Ruby Bazaar. It is almost as if he knows something you do not.
• For reasons each their own, the East Aldenard Trading Company, the Eorzean Alliance, and Lord Hien all refuse to meet the demands of the Dalmascan resistance. According to Bwagi, however, this is exactly what Fran expected, and the Bangaa says as much before trotting off back to his airship.
• Disappointed that your efforts have been for naught, you regroup with your companions to decide a new plan of action. It is at this time the Lady Fran appears, explaining that the leader of Lente's Tears has commanded her to guide you to the Orbonne Monastery. However, before you can depart, Alma is possessed by the Otius and drawn into a dark portal of unknown origin. To save her, you must finally journey to the Golmore Jungle.
• Mikoto's device allows Ramza to free his sister from Ultima's portal, but cannot stop Ramza from being swallowed by the magicked rift. Jenomis will not be pleased with the day's results.
• Jenomis is in shock at the loss of his only son. There must be some means of saving the boy, but for now, you must wait.

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest

Montblanc: Hurry, hurry! If I don't tell someone of our adventure quick, I'll positively burst, kupo!

Optional

Montblanc: Let me tell them, [Forename]! Let me, kupo!

Lina Mewrilah: Where have you been? In Rabanastre? With Montblanc? Why didn't you tell me!? How am I supposed to report on something if I'm not there to see it?

Speaking with Ramza in the tiring room (Cutscene)

Ramza bas Lexentale: This woman asks much of us...

Jenomis cen Lexentale: The Viera have ever been wary of outsiders. For centuries their many tribes have remained hidden in the jungles, content with their self-imposed solitude.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Each tribe has its own strict code and will mete swift punishment to any who would defy these laws. As such, many a Viera will spend her entire life bound to the territory of her ancestors, both unwilling and unable to venture beyond its borders.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: And while the tribes are wholly independent, they have agreed to uphold a single standard: shun all contact with the outside world unless it is to protect the jungle.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: That said, with every generation there are those Viera who long for a life beyond the verdant sea of trees and abandon their tribes to start a new life in the kingdom's cities. My guess is that this Fran is one such individual.

Montblanc: Who also happens to be the only individual we know who can guide us to the monastery, kupo!

Lina Mewrilah: It seems [Forename]'s sword arm won't be enough to see us through this predicament. [She'll/He'll] need to don the right mantle of a diplomat if we're to convince the alliances and the East Aldenard Trading Company to grant us aid. What could go wrong!?

Hancock: Yes, yes, I know you said not to call unless it was urgent, but this is urgent. All right, not exactly, but my superiors have come to a decision on your request, and I thought you might want to hear what they had to say.
Hancock: Oh, and let me preempt any request for immediate disclosure with a reminder that the information is much too sensitive to discuss over linkpearl. Meet me at the Ruby Bazaar posthaste and I shall duly apprise you of their judgment.

Lina Mewrilah: Well then, [Forename]. What are we waiting for?

Optional

Ramza bas Lexentale: It saddens me that I cannot be of any aid. You have every right to thank me weak, [Forename]...for I am. At least now, I might admit it...

Hurdy: Has my brother been behaving? And here I ask this already knowing the answer, kupo...

Montblanc: A trip to the Ruby Bazaar? Will there be refreshments? No? Well, then count me out, kupo!

Jenomis cen Lexentale: I pray for your success, [Forename]. Not because I am a man of religious Tendencies, mind you. It simply feels like the proper thing to do in these sorts of situations.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Now, is there aught you wished to ask of me?

Company Belle: The Viera possess a beauty that cannot be matched by other races. Yet how they stalk the jungle in those stilettos, perhaps we will never know. 

Mikoto: The device is operations, but its aetherial output is still far below what could be deemed optional. I shall require more time to calibrate it.

Wandering Dramaturge: It must feed on the flesh of others...lest it return to the dust whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive...despise, and murder...something...
Wandering Dramaturge: What was that, you ask? Oh, a little something commissioned by a local noble. It has been several moons since I accepted his coin, so I figured 'twas high time I put pen to parchment.
Wandering Dramaturge: Was there aught you needed?

Company Musician: While the Empire provides the peoples she conquers with a path to citizenship, there is a definite disparity when compared to the opportunities granted trueblood Garleans.
Company Musician: It is sad, but there are many who believe it natural for a conquering race to claim itself superior to another. However, not all Garleans are as foolish, and many would work to see this disparity narrowed—Garleans like Principal Jenomis.
Company Musician: Still, for those living in the occupied provinces, the prospect of life as a second—–, or even third–class citizen is more than enough cause to kindle the flames of revolution in even the meekest of hearts...and it is these flames that ultimately feed the fires of change.
Company Musician: This all must be especially difficult for the Viera. Despite their differences in culture and appearance, they had long been accepted by the Dalmascans—treated as equals. Now...
Company Musician: Though we have forsaken our homes, it does not change the fact that many on the Prima Vista claim Garlean heritage. Given her recent hardships, Lady Fran has every right to be wary of us. I will allow her the time she needs to come to her own conclusions as to our intentions.

Company Muscle: Where is this Viera of whom you speak? Not much in the way of meat on their bones...yet nor is there a surfeit of unnecessary flesh.
Company Muscle: Their arms...their thighs...their hips. They are one and all finely sculpted goddesses, not unlike those the mages of Amdapor once carved from Abalathia's bounty...for there is magic in their limbs—magic to set my very loins aflame!

Company Dancer: What ever is he waiting for? A signed invitation to my chambers? Pah! Unless...Perhaps I should send him a signed invitation... No, eh would think me too forward! Or would he...?
Company Dancer: Eavesdropping on a maiden's private musings! How graceless of you, [Forename]!

Company Tragedienne: Of course I've heard of the Viera! Where did you think I got the ideas for half of the company's wardrobe?

Company Tragedian: You spoke with a Viera, you say? How exotic! I recall reading that following the Empire's occupation of Dalmasca, several imperial army units were sent into the jungles to round up the hares and bring them to Rabanastre.
Company Tragedian: As you might imagine, only a few of the solders returned...and the few Viera with them appeared to have followed on their own volition.
Company Tragedian: Those Viera who have taken upr esidence in the cities tend to be held in high regard, their small numbers lending to their air of mystery. IT is not unheard of for members of the upper class to part with great deals of their wealth simply to be seen with one of the elusive beauties.
Company Tragedian: You should consider yourself lucky to have made this Fran's acquaintance, my friend. Perhaps with a nudge or two, she might consider joining our troupe?
Company Tragedian: Leader of the resistance, you say? Pah! she'll have time for that between rehearsals.

Company Assistant: Master Jenomis can be quite long–winded, especially when the topic turns to Ivalician legend. I oft find myself dozing off somewhere after the first few invocations of the phrase "Acording to the Durai Pepers..." Fortunately, these Allagan nodes allow us to pretend we never took that nap.

Company Thespian: Oh, dearest brothers, will you forgive me...?
Company Thespian: Hmm? Come to gloat over this accord with the Dalmascan resistance? They are traitors and allying ourselves with such rabble would be tantamount to treason!
Company Thespian: Not that you would care. Your mission has ever been to see my people underfoot. Leave me be.

Speaking with Lina Mewrilah

Lina Mewrilah: I've read about how you united the whole of Eorzea under a single standard and convinced the Holy See to end a thousand-year conflict. Compared to that, asking for a few soldiers and a coffer or three of gil should be a piece of rolanberry cake!
Lina Mewrilah: Ah, I suppose we should inform Bwagi down at Kugane Landing of our progress. You mentioned he was to keep an eye on us.

Optional

Starstruck Youth: I cannot bear it any longer! If I do not see her soon, my heart will shatter into a thousand thousand pieces!
Starstruck Youth: M–My lines, of course! I come here to practice them...obviously. Now if you don't mind—some privacy, [milday/milord].

Lina Mewrilah: I've informed Bwagi of our situation. We are ready to make for the Ruby Bazaar when you are.

Speaking with Bwagi down at Kugane landing

Bwagi: So you've an answer from East Aldenard already. Impressive. It would seem the Lady Fran has underestimated your influence amongst the realm's players. I assume you have no objections to me joining you then.

Optional

Gijuk: Rinok and I will stay here with the airship. Our last foray into the city was met with one too many cold stares for my liking.

Rinok: Vessels such as ours require extensive maintenance to remain skyworthy. You and Bwagi take as long as you need.

Bwagi: Whenever you are ready, [Forename].

Speaking with Lin Mewrilah near the Ruby Bazaar

Lina Mewrilah: Hancock awaits us in the Bazaar. Shall we, [Forename]?

Cutscene

Hancock: A lovely lady and a...Bangaa? And here I was expecting you would be alone, [Forename]!
Hancock: Ah, but excuse my manners. I am Hancock, representative of the East Aldenard Trading Company assigned to oversee her assets here in Kugane. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Yugiri: And I am Yugiri. We apologize for making you come all this way.

Tataru: Not that it is far from the landing to─ Ahem.

Yugiri: Bwagi, was it? I serve Lord Hien, rightful ruler of Doma. I have come bearing my lord's reply to your entreaty.

Tataru: And I am Tataru Taru of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. I'm only here seeing as no one else could be bothered. Well, that and to bear a message from the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance.

Bwagi: Thank you both for coming. I am Bwagi, formerly of the Dalmascan Royal Fusiliers. I now claim allegiance to Lente's Tears─a resistance group seeking to accomplish what you have in Doma and Ala Mhigo.
Bwagi: What tidings have you brought us?

Hancock: Allow me to begin then. While the East Aldenard Trading Company sympathizes with your plight, we are not in a position to grant you the funding you seek.
Hancock: As you are aware, the East Aldenard Trading Company prides itself in its neutrality, be it in matters political or personal.
Hancock: And what of our relationship with the Eorzean Alliance? Ah...yes. What I meant to say was, here in Hingashi, the East Aldenard Trading Company prides itself in its neutrality, be it in matters political and...er...
Hancock: You must understand our position. Simply supplying coin to any one group would make it appear that we somehow favor that group over another. Seeing as we conduct business openly and fairly with everyone, doing such would be sending the wrong message, and ultimately harm profits. Yes.

Lina Mewrilah: And by selling to both sides, you maximize profits while good men and women perish. How convenient!

Hancock: We are a business, milady. We do what we must to survive. That does not mean, however, we are blind to the needs of our customers or our allies, which is why we support the Eorzean Alliance and their noble efforts to safeguard their realm's freedom through a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Hancock: If it were my choice, I would provide your little resistance with all the funding it needs, but as my good friend, [Forename], knows all too well, it is not my choice.

Tataru: Well, now that Hancock's thoroughly lowered your spirits, you won't be as crestfallen when I inform you the Eorzean Alliance will also be unable to provide any assistance.

Bwagi: And let me guess, you did everything in your power to try and convince the leaders of each city-state, only to watch as they politely declined our proposal, claiming an unfortunate lack of intelligence or resources.

Tataru: Wait, how did you─!?

Yugiri: Lord Hien sends his greetings to you and yours, and under normal circumstances would welcome allies still suffering under the imperial yoke.
Yugiri: However, word has it that the latest attempt at reclaiming your kingdom ended in failure, resulting in the loss of countless lives, including many of the resistance's leaders.

Bwagi: You are not mistaken. Our army is not what it once was. Those remaining have been forced to take refuge deep beneath the streets of Rabanastre.

Yugiri: The IVth Legion has already defeated you once. Lacking unity and leadership, the current resistance will not survive another tilt against the Empire's disciplined ranks.
Yugiri: If Doma is to join hands with Dalmasca as an ally, you must first prove to us that you will stand as one.

Bwagi: Doma as a full-fledged ally would serve far better to strengthening our cause than a few temporary soldiers.

Yugiri: Yet even if we were able to wrest Dalmasca from the Empire's grasp, without unity amongst your people, the resulting chaos could prove even more perilous to the kingdom.

Bwagi: You understand much of our situation.
Bwagi: And based on that understanding, you would refuse your aid to Lente's Tears, am I correct?

Yugiri: Do not mistake me. Lord Hien's refusal is but a message─a message to help you plan your next step.

Bwagi: You have a wise master. He understands that without proper planning, driving one enemy from your midst simply creates room for the next.
Bwagi: Lady Fran will no doubt be pleased to hear that your response was exactly what she expected.

Lina Mewrilah: You knew this whole time that your demands would be rejected, yet still you let this farce play out?

Bwagi: You have my apologies, but this was all necessary to prove an important point to our leader.
Bwagi: Lady Fran needed to show the princess just exactly what she was getting herself into, and your honesty today will serve us better than any hollow promise. Thank you.

Lina Mewrilah: Wait! What about the Golmore Jungle!?
Lina Mewrilah: Can you believe this? We're right back to where we started! Principal Jenomis will not be pleased.

Returning to the Prima Vista (Cutscene)

Jenomis cen Lexentale: If it is as you say, it is most unfortunate. But, I suppose we did everything in our power, and that is all one could ask.

Ramza bas Lexentale: I still do not understand. Why would Lady Fran send [Forename] on this wild paissa chase if she knew from the start it would be for naught?

Lina Mewrilah: Bwagi mentioned something about Fran proving a point to their leader...whomever that may be.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: People in positions of power can prove both naive and stubborn creatures. Simply telling a leader she is wrong may not convince her of the fact. Seeing one's own plan fail, however, is oft the best medicine.

Lina Mewrilah: Naive and stubborn? Then the resistance is doomed!

Montblanc: If a person as imposing as Fran is taking orders from her, then chances are this “leader” is even worse, kupo!

Jenomis cen Lexentale: I would not be so certain, Montblanc.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: My guess is that the individual in question is still quite young and inexperienced, and that Lady Fran is trying to teach her to be an effective leader through example.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: By allowing her to make her own mistakes, Fran is granting her the ability to learn and grow from them─an experience that will ultimately benefit her when the time comes to make some truly difficult decisions.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Now, I seem to recall reading that one of the many faces of the resistance before the recent quelling was a young girl of royal blood. Do you suppose─

???: You may cease with your baseless presumptions, defector.

Bwagi: The door was open.

Ramza bas Lexentale: And you would be?

Fran: I would be here on orders from the leader of Lente's Tears. Against my better judgment, mind you.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Greetings. Lady Fran, I presume? I am Jenomis cen Lexentale, principal of the Majestic Theater Company. You and your colleagues are most welcome on the Prima Vista.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: What is it your leader would have of us?

Fran: While you failed in meeting even a single of our demands, she recognizes that you were sincere in your attempts to see them fulfilled, and for that effort, you are to be...compensated.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: That is most generous.

Fran: The ruins which you seek are hidden behind a waterfall here─a point roughly equidistant from the river's source and its delta.

Ramza bas Lexentale: You have our thanks, Lady Fran. We will not forget this kindness.
Father, I shall plot a course immediately.

Alma bas Lexentale: Ramza... What is going on here?

Ramza bas Lexentale: Alma! You should be in bed!

Alma bas Lexentale: I've slept enough, Brother. Tell me, who are our guests?

Bwagi: It appears you once again prepare a leap into danger's maw. Keep your wits about you, [Forename]. Lady Fran is strong...but then again, so was Ba'Gamnan.
Bwagi: Ah...if you'll excuse me─

Ramza bas Lexentale: >> Are you mad!? A trip to the surface in your condition!? <<

Alma bas Lexentale: Listen to me, Brother. The High Seraph beckons. She speaks to me through the Otius.

Ramza bas Lexentale: The what!?

Alma bas Lexentale: There is no need to worry. Mikoto and I have already devised a plan. I can help clear our family name!

Jenomis cen Lexentale: The Sharlayan has no say in this. I am your father and I insist you remain here on the airship! What would your mother say if I allowed aught to befall you!?

Alma bas Lexentale: Mother? That is what this is all about, isn't it!? What it has always been about! You care not about Ivalice or the Orran name. No, you only seek to use the auracite to bring Mother back!
Alma bas Lexentale: But you haven't been able to do that. You still do not understand how exactly it is that the shards translate one's desires into reality. That is where I can help. I can ask the High Seraph. It is she who created the auracite.
Alma bas Lexentale: Ultima has bid me come to her place of imprisonment. If we free her, she will reveal unto us the secrets of her creations!

Ramza bas Lexentale: Do you hear what you are saying, Alma! Even if there was the slightest chance of bringing Mother back, we cannot risk your life in doing so!

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Your brother is right! We have sacrificed too much already! I cannot bear the thought of losing you! Either of you!

Alma bas Lexentale: It is too late!
Ominous Voice: I'm so lonely, Father. Why must you love Ramza more than you do me?

Mikoto: Do not be cozened by your daughter's words, for they are not her own.

Alma bas Lexentale: Help...me...Ramz─

Ramza bas Lexentale: >> Alma!!! <<
Ramza bas Lexentale: No! No! 

Fran: Gods forfend...

Bwagi: I told you. No one can control the power within those shards. No one!

Mikoto: [Forename]! Here, take this. It might be the only thing that can save Alma, but we must hurry to the monastery!

Ramza bas Lexentale: Come. We leave for the Golmore Jungle...now.

Optional

Rinok: Don't tell me... I can see it in your eyes. The auracite claimed another victim. You were fools to think you'd fare any better than Ba'Gamnan. Fools, all of you.

Gijuk: What happened here? Is everything alright?

Fran: Was the power I sensed beyond the rift─ Was that the High Seraph?

Bwagi: I told her. I told her this was a mistake, and now look what has happened. If you were wise, you'd toss all the remaining shards into Hells' Lid and cut your losses. But you've no more wisdom than Ba'Gamnan. And that's why the High Seraph has already won.

Montblanc: What do we do!? What do we do!? We cannot just leave poor Alma to become one of those...one of those...monsters, kupo!

Hurdy: I think we saw enough to prove that Ultima is no angel, kupo. But if she's not...then what is she!?

Jenomis cen Lexentale: I've been such a fool...and now I've lost my daughter. Will you ever forgive me, Tia?

Lina Mewrilah: I cannot believe what I just witnessed... I won't believe it. I won't. There. It didn't happen.

Mikoto: I have good news and bad news, [Forename]. The bad news is that it appears the High Seraph was able to employ the Otius as a catalyst to propel her magicks beyond whatever seal she is trapped behind. The good news is, this means my device should function as intended.
Mikoto: Its design is based off of one of Moenbryda's. It repurposes the logic behind her aetheric siphon into a means of disrupting aetherflow by reversing common wavelengths and─
Mikoto: And let us just say it has already been calibrated to match the energy emitted by the Otius. As long as Ultima continues to wield the Otius, we should be able to interfere.
Mikoto: But it only works if we can find Alma. Which is why we must make haste.

Company Belle: From both the principal and my husband I've heard mention of a "blight" brought about by the auracite. Could that portal we just witnessed be a means of spreading it?
Company Belle: No... Now is not the time for idle speculation. You must focus your efforts on the task at hand.

Wandering Dramaturge: If what we just witnessed were truly telebportation magicks, then the amount of aether required to create a portal that large from such a small distance would surely be immense.

Company Muscle: Never before have I stood in the presence of such power. The whole experience had my muscles a–tingle. Yet I am not afraid, for it is with might that we can stand against magicks so foul! 

Company Thespian: That...That was all the auracite's doing? Such power...

Company Tragedian: Would you mind telling me what that was, and what it did to poor Alma!?
Company Tragedian: Nothing to worry about? Nothing to worry about!? Ahem... Yes. Did I appear worried, because I am anything but. Worried, that is. And I am not. Ahem.

Company Tragedienne: K–K–Keep away! I'm not about to be whisked away into the void by some strange portal you've gone and dragged onto the ship! Shoo!

Company Dancer: Nothing will become of Alma, will it? I cannot imagine the Prima Vista without her!

Company Musician: I was secretly hoping you'd regale me with tales of the Viera and their tribes' strange ways...but I fear now is not the proper time. Perhaps another day...when the principal's daughter is safe.

Company Assistant: What was that!? I've listened to all the node entries thrice and not once does the principal speak of magicks such as those we witnessed!

Speaking with Ramza

Ramza bas Lexentale: >> Have I your permission to depart, [Forename]!? Every moment we tarry here, my sister, she─! <<

< What will you say?>
< Of course, Ramza. >
< Now is not the best of times. >

< Now is not the best of times. >
Ramza bas Lexentale: No, it is the worst of times! I beg of you. Do not ask me to wait any longer. For Alma's sake.

< Of course, Ramza. >
Ramza bas Lexentale: >> Then hold on. I've set engines to full speed! <<

Cutscene

Fran: Welcome to the land of my people. 'Twould be a poor lie if I said I did not miss it some.

Ramza bas Lexentale: >> Alma! <<

Alma bas Lexentale: Ramza... Help...me...

Ramza bas Lexentale: >> Begone! <<

Lina Mewrilah: >> Alma! Ramza! <<

Ominous Voice: Blood...of the invokers... Fulfill...the ancient covenant...and grant unto me...the vessel...promised.

Lina Mewrilah: What just─!?

Fran: Bwagi, to me! The girl is not well!

Montblanc: >> Uh, might I suggest we continue this back at the Prima Vista, kupo!? <<

Unknown Voice: Have you the courage to face true evil?

Montblanc: >> What are you gawping at!? The ship is this way, kupo! <<

Optional

Gijuk: If you need help finding Ramza, do not hesitate to ask. We are here to help. It is what Ba'Gamnan would have wanted.

Rinok: Is the boy's father well? I cannot imagine what he is going through. Losing his daughter, only to lose his son moments after her return...

Bwagi: I will not see the same fate that befell Ba'Gamnan before young Ramza. We must do something...and quick.

Starstruck Youth: You, ah...wouldn't happen to know what has transpired on the airship, would you? It is something terrible, isn't it? None have descended to the city in days...

Mikoto: The device should have worked... Is Ramza gone because of an error in my calculations...?

Fran: If a magicked rift was necessary to seize Ramza, then it is quite possible that Ultima is still incapable of traveling beyond the bounds of the Orbonne Monastery. However, if auracite is all the High Seraph requires to do so, then we are in grave danger.
Lina Mewrilah: First Alma, and now Ramza? What does this Ultima want!?

Montblanc: Poor Ramza whisked away from under our very whiskers... What poor companions we make, kupo... 

Hurdy: A poor companion would be one who sat around and whimpered While others worked to find a solution to their troubles, kupo! We must act! For Ramza! For Dalmasca!

Company Belle: You rescued Alma only to watch as Ramza was taken in her stead? Promise me, [Forename]! Promise me you will see this right!

Wandering Dramaturge: Yes, it would appear that Ultima has abandoned Alma, only to take possession of her poor brother.
Wandering Dramaturge: But riddle me this, [Forename]—what type of being would require a mortal vessel?
Wandering Dramaturge: Correct, one without a corporeal form of its own. So the true question is, then, now that the High Seraph has one in Ramza, what exactly will she become?

Company Muscle: More thew than a dzo in rut, yet powerless to save Ramza from a fate worse than prop building. If my muscles cannot prevent such misfortune, then, pray, what are they good for...?

Company Thespian: It has made obvious that the auracite is beyond our control—beyond your control, even. Its power must be contained, researched, and managed...and there is only one who might accomplish such a task...

Company Tragedian: You have returned with Alma! What a reli—Wait...is there someone missing?

Company Tragedienne: I see Alma is back...and none the worse for wear; but now Ramza has gone missing? When will this all end, I ask? When?

Company Dancer: Oh, Ramza... His selfless act has now put his own life in danger. Has a brother never loved his sister more?

Company Musician: When I was but a pup, I lived on the streets of Garlemald...or to be more precise, beneath the streets. My home was the sewers, and my family the countless other orphans who kept to the shadows lest they be carted off to the ceruleum mines...or worse.
Company Musician: At least they were my home until the senate voted to seal them off. When the purge came, my brothers and I were given no choice but to flee, and so we ran and we ran...until there was nowhere left to run.
Company Musician: Fortunately, a handful fo influential families had taken pity on our plight, and demanded that the Empire see to the care of these displaced children, for what is a nation's future, if not their children? Or so they argued.
Company Musician: The senate conceded and proposed a system that would provide aid for the families that adopted these "sewerlings". It was the LExentale family that took me in, and for many summers did I work as an errand boy for their troupe while going to school and learning to play the lute.
Company Musician: I suppose you could say that makes Ramza and I brothers...which is why I cannot bear to think of what I would do if he were not to return. I beg of you, [Forename]. Save him.

Company Assistant: And just when the boy had begun to return to his normal, caring self... Oh Ramza. I do hope that you are unhurt!
Company Assistant: When we were in Garlemald, the young Lexentale never spoke ill of others—and most certainly not of his sister. It wasn't until arriving in Kugane that his temperament began to change...and not for the better.
Company Assistant: He began lashing our at anyone and anything that was different. His life in the Empire had not prepared him for what awaited on the outside, and the exile left him stripped of an identity in which he still held much pride.
Company Assistant: He allowed his frustration to consume him, but such is to be expected from someone so young.
Company Assistant: [Forename] [Surname]. I ask you to look past Ramza's transgressions, for they are but a product of his youth. He is a good child, and does not deserve the fate he has been dealt. Please, you must find him.

Speaking with Jenomis

Jenomis cen Lexentale: >> Now Ramza is gone? Oh, dearest Tia, what have I done? What have I done!? <<