Now we're in Batallia Downs. You see that bone-like wall on my right? Mr. Treant says walls like that are found all over Vana'diel. I asked him how he knew all this stuff and he replied, "I just know, senor." Good answer, log-brain.

It started getting dark, so I asked Thickshell to go get us some firewood for our camp. Mr. Treant wasn't very happy to have a crab chopping off pieces of his butt, but I don't hear him complaining now that he's in front of the warm fire. Yeah, the nice warm fire... You know, I'm starting to get a little sleepy...

Whoa! I know where we are. This is San d'Oria!

Hey, and this is Windurst. Something's wrong, though. I have a bad feeling about...

Oh! It was all just a dream. I probably shouldn't have eaten that last Galkan sausage. But man, that was scary. The world all covered in darkness, the bone-chilling cold, the maniac with the hockey mask... Well, maybe there wasn't any maniac, but there could've been!

Thickshell: "One too many Galkan sausages, huh, Fabmeister?"
Mr. Treant: "So you've seen a scary dream, eh, senor? You should probably tell this to Muckvix. He might know if it means something, or if you're just going loco."

Mr. Treant tells me that Muckvix is an old Gobbie that runs a shop in Jeuno. Finally, someone normal to talk to! Remind me to lose these two before we get there.
Talk to you later!

To be continued...whether you like it or not!