Our invincible flagship was lost, and all hope of victory with her. Though we succeeded in slaying that lord among wyrms, the dread serpent’s defeat was bought at too high a price. But an innumerable host of dragons met us that day, at the heart of which flew the great Midgardsormr. Silvertear Lake lay ripe for the taking, and all of Eorzea would soon be ours…or so we believed. “(-?-) It has been fifteen years, but the bitter taste of defeat lingers still… Fifteen years since the imperial fleet set course for Mor Dhona, led by the Agrius, mightiest of all vessels. May you always walk in the light of the Crystal…”
“Godsspeed, Aginulf, godsspeed! If I’m right, they’ll be singin’ your praises from here to the Farreach before long. “When first we met beneath the Sultantree, I sensed there was something unusual about him. Please make your way to the boarding gate.” “Attention, all passengers: the airship bound for Limsa Lominsa is about to depart. If I’m not mistaken, you are the Flame General’s envoy, Aginulf Greywolfe, yes? Highwind Skyways is at your service. This is the reservation counter for passengers traveling to Limsa Lominsa. And what kind’s that, you ask? Why, the kind that can’t resist stickin’ his nose in other people’s business, of course─and don’t you ever go changin’! Safe travels, Aginulf! I’ll see you when you get back.” I think he knows what kind of man you are, Aginulf. Truth be told, that might well be exactly what the general wants you to realize. Ul'dah ain’t the only place beset by troubles, as you’ll discover when you visit Limsa and Gridania. Sayin’ that, it’d be remiss of me if I didn’t remind you to be careful out there. The people you meet, the places you go─savor these experiences… For they are priceless, all. You’ll see those sights and more, and everywhere you go, you’ll find fascinatin’ folk with fascinatin’ tales to tell. In fact, most folk go to their graves havin’ never once seen Eorzea from above… Poor buggers shuffle off to meet Thal havin’ never known the blues of Limsa Lominsa’s shimmerin’ seas, or the myriad greens of leafy Gridania… But not you, Aginulf. Now, I daresay Raubahn told you this, but not many people get to go on airships, these days. …But I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more. “Ah! Back from your meetin’ with Raubahn, are you? What did the big man have to say? Is that a fact!? Personal envoy of the Flame General himself! So you’ll be bearin’ the great man’s words to the leaders of the Alliance, will you? And by airship! Bugger me…that’s an honor and half, that is. Now go, Aginulf, and heed the Crystal’s guidance should you ever lose your way.” And should your path be barred by man or beast, strike fast and true, for victory belongs to the bold. Rise to your calling and fulfill your promise.
See for yourself the wonders of the realm for which the Warriors of Light risked all. But I have said enough, in the name of the sultana, I bid you go forth. Aye, Aginulf, I am not alone in seeing it… Your potential is plain. Though there were others who insisted you be granted one regardless. These passes are only granted when circumstance demands it-as in this case. The ever-present threat of imperial attack has forced us to impose drastic restrictions out of concern for public safety. Gone are the days when airship travel was available to all. This pass serves as proof of your privilege. I hereby grant you permission to use the airship routes connecting the three city-states. Now, that’s a great many malms to travel, but I’ve neither the time nor the patience to wait around while you do it on foot. The question is: will you accept it? Then it is agreed! You will journey to Gridania and Limsa Lominsa as my official representative.
I can think of none more worthy of the role. Why you? Because your deeds mark you as the nearest thing I have to a Warrior of Light. And I would have you bear my words to them as my personal envoy. It is my hope that my counterparts in the Alliance will agree to do the same. And so I mean to mark the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Carteneau with a memorial service honoring the fallen. In remembering all we’ve lost, we’re reminded of what we still have. The tragedies of the Calamity are not so easily forgotten-nor should they be. Not a day goes by that I do not think of my fallen comrades… …And of the Warriors of Light, of whom no trace remained. Five years ago, we looked on, powerless, as our brothers and sisters were taken from us at Carteneau-first by the Garleans, and then by the thrice-damned primal called forth by their treachery. “I’ve prepared these letters for my counterparts in the Eorzean Alliance.
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