You were currently taking some time to yourself in the hideaway, indulging in some warm food from the Fat Chocobo. While it may not seem like much, for many of the bearers and branded who take refuge here, it could be considered a five star meal. You sat down at a table, waiting for your food as the smell from other peoples’ plates wafted through the air. That’s when you heard the sound and shifting of someone sitting at your table.

“May I sit here?”