After a long few moments, half of an orange, and a quick scouring of his memory for relevant Archadian and Rabanastran political and cultural customs, Larsa realized that, should he be very patient and very clever, he could quite possibly have all three of them. Perhaps even at once.

Five small slices of Vaan's life pre-game.

"Humes believe any viera they meet is a female," Fran says, with a tilt of her head that he is coming to recognise as her equivalent of a shrug. "It is my luck that their expectations match my self and my misfortune that they do not often encompass my body." Balthier nods. He is tall, and slim, and he, too, is lucky. Set c. 701 OV.