( a concerned look cycled through chrom, to k'pandolu, to the scenery as yuna made several attempts to guess at what risen might mean. fiends perhaps? or something more sinister...
she follows along, staff in hand and looking around. ) Sir Chrom, your home... is beautiful. ( just smell that fresh air! )
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she follows along, staff in hand and looking around. ) Sir Chrom, your home... is beautiful. ( just smell that fresh air! )