Wood Village, The Tranquil Forest

Nestled in the peaceful Targ Wood, the Wood Village is a humble, blissful town that's out of the way. Birds constantly sing their tunes and nature presents itself in full glory amongst the natives. Due to its peaceful nature, Moogles, Viera, and as always, Humes, find themselves here often.

"Mm, I really shouldn't... Never know when they might have a job for me..."

The front door to the inn in Wood Village was looking more inviting by the moment. Cyric knew that this inn served a good selection of local brews. The young man put a hand on his forehead and groaned. Cyric overcame his inner demons months ago, but it still seems to be an up hill battle at times. It wasn't as if it had been a very stable time in Cyric's life to be thrown into another world. How do you handle an event like that when you're just trying to find a reason to get up in the morning? At the same time, it's almost a disconnected feeling, as Cyric's world was torn from him already. At this point, all world's are the same. All world's are without Mia.

Cyric sighed and continued to stare at the door while standing in the middle of the street. The town he settled in is beautiful, and he even managed to find work in the Nimbus clan. For the latter, Cyric felt lucky for such an opportunity, because it seemed that these viera could see right through to his short-comings and personel struggles. Or that all might boil down to his own insecurity.

Taking a deep breath, taking in all the wonderful smells of a small town, he reluctantly turned from the inn and began walking down the street back towards his clan's HQ. A few moogles walked by him from the opposite direction and Cyric couldn't help but smile. The moogles of Ivalice were cut from the same cloth as him. Engineers through and through, Cyric has been mauled with questions quite a few times about his unique technology. It seemed to be a cruel joke by fate that he was transported here while cleaning his once-useless equipment. Ever since coming to Ivalice, the protoype armor and weapons began to function. Of course, why wouldn't they? This world is full of magic. That power left Cyric's world some time ago.

"Can't say I missed it too much, either..."

People. Everywhere. Scary.

In truth, there were very few people out and about on this fine day in Wood Village, simply because there were always few people in Wood Village. For Coryphea, however, there were always too many people, and avoiding people was one of the many things she became very talented at. Except for her sisters, people terrified her, and she wanted nothing to do with them.

That's why she was fortunate that she never had to meet the Newfolk, not even once. Every member of the Clan had become familiar with her ways of delivering messages; usually a simple note or letter dropped nearby without any indication that someone had been there or left it. Her sister, Sujet, was the only one who always seemed to know she was there. The middle sister had, of course, taught her all of the finer arts of stealth, and even though Coryphea eventually even surpassed her elder Sujet always seemed to know.

It was with this prized stealth that Coryphea managed to find her way to Cyric, another one of the Newfolk. She hadn't been specifically sent to look for him but she knew Etoille would appreciate it if he was sent back to the Clan Hall. As such, a simple letter bearing the seal of Clan Nimbus - a silver cloud against a red background - managed to find its way into Cyric's hand as he was walking.