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The snow in Ishgard was gently falling outside the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly, not an uncommon sight in Eorzea's northern province. Inside the stone walls it was quiet, only the occasional shuffling of papers and the scratch of pen against parchment breaking the silence as Aymeric sat at his desk. The minutes felt like hours as he worked, his mind wandering to more exciting days. A knock on the doorframe drew the Elezen's bright blue eyes, his face lighting up in a soft smile at the interruption. "My friend! 'Tis good to see you well. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
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