With great effort Aldeus managed to pull open one of the grand double doors to the Hall of the Twelve just enough to slip through. He'd always loathed those doors, but their great weight was made doubly so by exhaustion. For a considerable amount of time he'd been maintaining the headquarters of the Knights of the Twelve while waiting for others to join him after the catastrophe at Carteneau. But none had returned. To make matters worse, he'd accidentally offended one of Ul'dah's nobles, and they were using leverage over the Brass Blades to get him evicted. Every week there was a new tax, and the coffers had now run dry. Aldeus spent every waking moment working odd jobs to keep the Hall open, and by the end of each day he was drained. Aldeus closed the door behind him, then crumpled into a heap on the floor. He heard the sound of talons clattering towards him, then something warm nudging his shoulder.
"I'm resting Lysander, leave me alone."
"Kwee," replied the chocobo. With its beak it clamped down on the back of Aldeus' tunic and pulled him further inside.
"All right, I'll get up." Aldeus brushed Lysander's beak away and climbed to his feet. He stroked the bird's neck. Feeding a chocobo wasn't cheap, but Lysander was the closest thing to family that he had. He'd sell himself before parting with his loyal companion. "So, what did youdo today?" he asked as the bird walked with him further into the hall.
"I'm resting Lysander, leave me alone."
"Kwee," replied the chocobo. With its beak it clamped down on the back of Aldeus' tunic and pulled him further inside.
"All right, I'll get up." Aldeus brushed Lysander's beak away and climbed to his feet. He stroked the bird's neck. Feeding a chocobo wasn't cheap, but Lysander was the closest thing to family that he had. He'd sell himself before parting with his loyal companion. "So, what did youdo today?" he asked as the bird walked with him further into the hall.
