Getting into the capital of Euchronia was easy enough on its own, if you don't count the countless bandit attacks and having to run through the outskirts to avoid beasts.

"...mnnph!"

Well, easier for some than others.

The clasps of your bag clack open, and the flap shifts to reveal Gallica's head peering up towards you, a look of exhausted disdain on her face.

"I know I agreed to stay in the bag while you entered the city, but did you really have to sling it around so much?"

She pulls herself out of the bag, fluttering in front of you momentarily as she gains her bearings, seeing the sights of Grand Trad all around.

"So this is the Capital...the sheer diversity is amazing...though it seems to be mostly clemars and roussaintes..."

She glances back at you, frowning a bit at her new realization of the tribal demographic. A category you and her didn't exactly hit the jackpot in, in this situation.

"You're elda, you know. People don't take too kindly to your tribe around here, and fairies aren't exactly commonplace, either. Let's keep our heads down, alright?"

She gives you a reassuring smile, fluttering around you, before gently landing and sitting on your shoulder.

"Now c'mon, we've got a mission to complete. We can't afford to get distracted."

That was easier said than done, given that it was currently taking everything in her little being to not fly off and gawk at all of the stores in the city. But she couldn't let herself get distracted. This mission could change the fate of all of Euchronia. To say it was terrifying wouldn't be half of it.

"Alright, first things first, our contact. He's in the army, so it looks like we've got to get you enlisted, hm?"

She glances around, before nodding and pointing in a not-so-random direction. She could tell where they needed to go just by sensing magla in the air. Or so she made it seem.

"Let's try that way! I'm sure we'll stumble upon something eventually. Just please, keep your head down. The people here can be brutal, especially to elda."