It has been done.
Thus it is nigh time I scribe another entry in this electronic journal.
It has been done.
The beast, known to some as Yiazmat, has been vanquished by the Princess Ashe and her motley gaggle of subjects.
Montblanc, and a few of his fellow moogles expressed much gratitude regarding this feat of triumph.
It has been done.
The King of the Nebra has been landed onto the shore by a fisherman in the Dalmascan Westersand.
The cactoids seem to be happy with this.
It has been done.
The ancient mechanism of weaponry, Omega Mark XII, although very well hidden within the depths of the world, has been put to rest.
No one has imparted a word of true thanks or disgust or much of anything at all upon hearing this news.
It has been done.
From the Bazaar, the Wyrmhero Blade has been purchased.
I find it to be quite slow.
Very slow indeed.
By the time Penelo swings this sword, the targeted enemy has already been slain.
Usually she misses.
I'm still not exactly sure of her purpose in going on this trip with the others.
The only plausible explanation is that she has a killing fetish.
It has been done.
Bacsh, Ashe, and Penelo, speaking of the little mongrel, are soon to attain their 90th level.
Vaan, Baltheir, and Fran are not quite at half of that.
Silly rabbit, Mist is for kids.