[ Thancred shouldn't be awake at all, but it happens to be a rough night where he simply hasn't been able to get his thoughts to stop racing. He's even resorted to sitting up with an oil lamp and one of Urianger's many tomes, hoping that the dry material will help him nod off.
When a handwritten text appears over the words in the book, he almost wonders if he's imagining things for a moment. ]
Are you certain you didn't wake from a vivid dream just now? It's the middle of the night.
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When a handwritten text appears over the words in the book, he almost wonders if he's imagining things for a moment. ]
Are you certain you didn't wake from a vivid dream just now?
It's the middle of the night.
[ And there are no chocobos here. ]