It isn't that Obsidian is ungrateful for Haurchefant and his generosity. Quite the opposite; he's ever been the sole warmth in Ishgard despite its distrusting inhabitants, and the knight has made his loyalty ever clear time and again. In the same way, Obsidian is glad to keep Alphinaud and Tataru with him and safe, away from everything in Ul'dah.
Ul'dah. Once upon a time, the perpetual heat from Thanalan was novel, the striking opposite to the Skatay Range. Being suspected as a traitor from Jenlyns had hurt, but that had been resolved. To be suspected again from the remaining Sultansword made him bitter after watching the remaining Scions stay behind to slow down their pursuers. All of that effort he'd put into the Realm, wasted. It infuriated him.
Honestly, he'd thought about throwing the Paladin stone away; he clutches it even now in his hand, gritting his teeth, anger in his heart.
"After witnessing such a spectacle, everyday life seems rather dull in comparison..." he hears an Ishgardian noble muse to himself.
Obsidian's ears twitch, and he turns his head. "What was that now?"
"Hm? So you didn't see that trial earlier?" The noble's brows raise. "Ah, your loss. Fury take me, the way that heretic swung that slab of iron he called a sword was a sight to behold!" A chuckle. "He couldn't have carried a shield like yours if he wanted to, the blade was so big. Had to keep two hands on it at all times! I was amazed he was able to keep up with that Temple Knight for as long as he did. Fought like a demon from the deepest pits of the seventh hell, bellowing threats and working his arts. I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but then I heard someone say he was a Dark Knight."
BYLETH
Ul'dah. Once upon a time, the perpetual heat from Thanalan was novel, the striking opposite to the Skatay Range. Being suspected as a traitor from Jenlyns had hurt, but that had been resolved. To be suspected again from the remaining Sultansword made him bitter after watching the remaining Scions stay behind to slow down their pursuers. All of that effort he'd put into the Realm, wasted. It infuriated him.
Honestly, he'd thought about throwing the Paladin stone away; he clutches it even now in his hand, gritting his teeth, anger in his heart.
"After witnessing such a spectacle, everyday life seems rather dull in comparison..." he hears an Ishgardian noble muse to himself.
Obsidian's ears twitch, and he turns his head. "What was that now?"
"Hm? So you didn't see that trial earlier?" The noble's brows raise. "Ah, your loss. Fury take me, the way that heretic swung that slab of iron he called a sword was a sight to behold!" A chuckle. "He couldn't have carried a shield like yours if he wanted to, the blade was so big. Had to keep two hands on it at all times! I was amazed he was able to keep up with that Temple Knight for as long as he did. Fought like a demon from the deepest pits of the seventh hell, bellowing threats and working his arts. I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but then I heard someone say he was a Dark Knight."