My... how this place has changed over the years... A single moogle, stood upon the hill, gazing toward which was once a small trading town. Several decrepit buildings scattered the land, once housing the residents of Camoa, as well as many of the businesses withing Camoa itself. A large tear in the earth stretches across part of the land, a faint glow near the bottom. The desert sand around the chasm slanted in toward it, right down to where the earth got solid, several buildings pulling down with it. The moogle had a dark blonde tuft of hair on his head, and a light gray fur colour. He wore a brown jacket, weathered from both time, and the travels it has been through. The moogle approached the town, more specifically toward the chasm that has formed here. I can't just reminisce about how this town used to look though. I'm here on a mission, and I need to follow through with it. [hr] The city of Fluorgis was abuzz with activity. The chatter of several people could be heard coming from the town, and a few could be seen walking by. Quaint shops and age-old houses line the streets of Fluorgis. Beyond the city, ruins of once mighty fortresses stand watch over the wilderness. A couple of guards could be seen patrolling around the area as well, to prevent a fight from breaking out in the town. The city was no where near as popular for for trading, but many merchants still passed by, usually by service of the aerodome. Some of them opened shop for a few days, setting up stalls along the streets, although they would normally leave pretty quickly. Inside the walls of the pub, there was 6 people, in the room usually used for meetings of clans. One of them was clad in the ornate steel worn only by the judges of Ivalice. The only time a Judge would enter this room is during the creation of a clan, and that was exactly what is happening here. "Now, do you five swear to follow the oath of the Judges of Ivalice?" The Judge said, in a dark, yet calming voice.