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7/10/2025, 2:30:21 AM
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You stare at the man’s outstretched hand. You’d never heard of him before, though you knew Muller was certainly a place that existed just where he said. In any case, you saw no harm in being friendly. Bronte told you it may be helpful to have a few allies you could trust watching your back during the earlier rounds of the Competition. Perhaps you should see what this man was about. You accept Thomas’ handshake, offering him a polite nod in return.
>“Hello there. You’re correct. How did you know who I was?”
“You fit the description, of course.” Thomas says, offering you a toothy smile. “Tall, wearing dark armor and with long, bright red hair. You’re the talk of the town lately, my friend. Word on these streets is that you’re the one who defeated Klement von Bergliez. Some of the other competitors were in Shangri-La and watched the whole thing. I gotta say, I’m seriously impressed! Klement may have been a real rat bastard, but he was still one of the favorites to win. That you took him out single-handedly makes you someone to watch.”
Evidently word travels fast around these parts. You would not be wrong to have considered yourself relatively unknown prior to coming to Morfis. Despite having two Crests, you’d yet to have the opportunity to distinguish yourself like some of the more famous fighters competing here. But now, the others would be learning of you, and fast. A new favorite, huh? You can’t help but wonder if defeating Klement has painted a target on your back.
>“Yeah, beating him was no problem, really.” You boast, which elicits quite the eyebrow raise from Thomas. “I suppose you were introducing yourself in hopes of an autograph of some sort?”
Thomas laughs, unphased by your jab. “I just wanted to meet you, that’s all. I like meeting all my fellow competitors. Believe it or not, I was actually the 1st person to make it to Morfis!”
>“Huh. Is that really such a big deal? I didn’t think we were racing.”
“We weren’t. But being the first person has its advantages too, y’know?” Now you felt as though it was Thomas’ turn to brag. “I’ve seen every single competitor come through, from number 2 all the way to yourself, number 59. Along the way, I’ve gotten to know a little bit about everyone! I may not have a fancy Crest like some of you other folks, but I’ve managed to fill up quite a bit of intel!”
>“Intel, huh. So, are you here to find my weakness or something?”
“Don’t be like that, Tristain.” Thomas shoos the idea away. “We may be fellow competitors, but there’s no reason we can’t be friends, right? Here, I’ll share with you some information, free of charge. As a gesture of good will!” Thomas beckons that you lean in close. As you do, he whispers in your ear. “Take a look around the lawn here. Where the other Fodlan competitors and their vassals are standing. What do you notice?”
You stare at the man’s outstretched hand. You’d never heard of him before, though you knew Muller was certainly a place that existed just where he said. In any case, you saw no harm in being friendly. Bronte told you it may be helpful to have a few allies you could trust watching your back during the earlier rounds of the Competition. Perhaps you should see what this man was about. You accept Thomas’ handshake, offering him a polite nod in return.
>“Hello there. You’re correct. How did you know who I was?”
“You fit the description, of course.” Thomas says, offering you a toothy smile. “Tall, wearing dark armor and with long, bright red hair. You’re the talk of the town lately, my friend. Word on these streets is that you’re the one who defeated Klement von Bergliez. Some of the other competitors were in Shangri-La and watched the whole thing. I gotta say, I’m seriously impressed! Klement may have been a real rat bastard, but he was still one of the favorites to win. That you took him out single-handedly makes you someone to watch.”
Evidently word travels fast around these parts. You would not be wrong to have considered yourself relatively unknown prior to coming to Morfis. Despite having two Crests, you’d yet to have the opportunity to distinguish yourself like some of the more famous fighters competing here. But now, the others would be learning of you, and fast. A new favorite, huh? You can’t help but wonder if defeating Klement has painted a target on your back.
>“Yeah, beating him was no problem, really.” You boast, which elicits quite the eyebrow raise from Thomas. “I suppose you were introducing yourself in hopes of an autograph of some sort?”
Thomas laughs, unphased by your jab. “I just wanted to meet you, that’s all. I like meeting all my fellow competitors. Believe it or not, I was actually the 1st person to make it to Morfis!”
>“Huh. Is that really such a big deal? I didn’t think we were racing.”
“We weren’t. But being the first person has its advantages too, y’know?” Now you felt as though it was Thomas’ turn to brag. “I’ve seen every single competitor come through, from number 2 all the way to yourself, number 59. Along the way, I’ve gotten to know a little bit about everyone! I may not have a fancy Crest like some of you other folks, but I’ve managed to fill up quite a bit of intel!”
>“Intel, huh. So, are you here to find my weakness or something?”
“Don’t be like that, Tristain.” Thomas shoos the idea away. “We may be fellow competitors, but there’s no reason we can’t be friends, right? Here, I’ll share with you some information, free of charge. As a gesture of good will!” Thomas beckons that you lean in close. As you do, he whispers in your ear. “Take a look around the lawn here. Where the other Fodlan competitors and their vassals are standing. What do you notice?”
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