An officer of the Brass Blades sat by the flickering flame of the fire. He looked up when he noticed a stranger had wandered their way into the midst of what passed for a camp. “Just passing through, or will you be staying a while?”

He rose with some difficulty. “You've the unfortunate displeasure of being in Lost Hope. The name says it all, friend. You'll find naught but hunger and despair here.”

“The Brass Blades don't give a Qiqirn's arse about this settlement. No one in Ul'dah does. All here have been forsaken. The refugees, their protectors. And you will be, too, if you're seen associating with us.”

“This is a place for those who have lost everything and have nowhere else to go. For those who have given up.” His gaze narrowed. “So why are you here?”