[She has to admit that sending the light down the cave allows her to see better. She does see the scratches from scales and claws and she takes a moment to touch her fingers to the grooves in the stone around them.]
We will face another. Large and slumbering now, but voracious.
[The bones littering the floor of the cave and the footprints that only go in one direction is more than enough for her to know that this is dangerous. She wishes that Balthier was there, but she's far too practical to really take it too personal that he's not.]
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We will face another. Large and slumbering now, but voracious.
[The bones littering the floor of the cave and the footprints that only go in one direction is more than enough for her to know that this is dangerous. She wishes that Balthier was there, but she's far too practical to really take it too personal that he's not.]
I am Fran.
[That's it.]
Come.