[ At that, Ferdinand just sighs under his breath - because where can he even begin? It doesn't help that Hubert is as careful and cautious as they come - he doesn't think anything short of proving his crest is genuine or producing some knowledge only the real Ferdinand would know would persuade him. But nonetheless, he promised an explanation: ]
From what I have gathered in my two moons here, people get abducted here— from all sorts of places, from far out from Fódlan. By some sort of arcane and omnipotent magic, or technology. I know not which yet. The important bit is that the two of us are among those taken.
[ Ferdinand tries to be as convincing as he can, speaking characteristically honestly and openly, even knowing that the words sound preposterous. But he desperately doesn't want to be on the receiving end of a dark spell or that spear, so he pours every ounce of earnestness he has into his words. ]
The Talitean Plains— we'd just left for Fhirdiad when I found myself here. [ His eyes lighten, just slightly, as a realization dawns on him. ] I can prove myself to you, should your suspicion of my authenticity remain.
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From what I have gathered in my two moons here, people get abducted here— from all sorts of places, from far out from Fódlan. By some sort of arcane and omnipotent magic, or technology. I know not which yet. The important bit is that the two of us are among those taken.
[ Ferdinand tries to be as convincing as he can, speaking characteristically honestly and openly, even knowing that the words sound preposterous. But he desperately doesn't want to be on the receiving end of a dark spell or that spear, so he pours every ounce of earnestness he has into his words. ]
The Talitean Plains— we'd just left for Fhirdiad when I found myself here. [ His eyes lighten, just slightly, as a realization dawns on him. ] I can prove myself to you, should your suspicion of my authenticity remain.