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Who: Miah and anyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Huntress, if you really want it
When: Now

[Miah is looking into the camera, back to wearing her full plate armor to address the fleet.]

Good evening. I seek any in this fleet capable of smithing. It has been too long since I have held a sword, and I like not the feel of the so-called 'weapons' the Atroma have provided us. If any are capable of crafting a blade for me, or the tools and materials with which I may forge my own, I would be grateful. I lack the means to pay with coin, but I may offer payment in the form of labor or trade.

Thank you for listening.

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Quite. With our luck, you may hook some strange space-faring Primal.

Tis space. It would be a space-faring Allag mechanical monstrosity, of that I have no doubt.

Perhaps another Dalamud, Primal trapped within the gears.

We have moons a plenty.

... It was meant in jest, but I like not our odds if such a thing does occur.

We risk much in our journey.

And more by being away from our home.

Hold faith.

Fear not, I am not succumbing to despair so easily. Nidhogg's attacks upon Ishgard will not resume for some time yet.

He will not find us wanting in fervour.

Nor in comrades willing to take up the fight against him.

Do not forget the cannons.

The cannons could pierce Bismarck's carapace. With Cid involved, likely they could fell even Nidhogg.

Pray to the Twelve that it shall be so. I will bring any book to the fray.

Of course.

... The enchanted ink for your tomes must also be in short supply here.

I fear I must resort to the most barbaric methods of Arcanist combat.

[ Striking her enemies with her book. ]

... I wonder if you don't enjoy that method.

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