Haven't been too in the ffxiv glamour game recently but I think this is one of my all-timers

Firmly in the second half of the MSQ with its wild technology involving souls. I laid out all my Opinions on that last stream, so I'll TRY not to dwell on it this time around. At least, not TOO much...

It's time to get snug in a mug with FFXIV Dawntrail!

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The regulator:
Handles souls and memories.
A Pog of the Soul...

THE SQUAD!!!

back row, left to right: Ty'at Majun (she/her), Petra Ymir (they/them), Sibold Hawke (he/they)
front row: Satora Lhansi (she/her), Coconori Tatanori (he/him)

Satora is a Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te from the Southeast Shroud. She was saved during the Seventh Umbral Calamity by the Arcanist guildmaster and inspired to learn Arcanima when she came of age.

Ty'at is a Xbr'aal from Tural. Still working out her story, she's the newest. I know she's very eager and a bit of a feral cat. I just find the concept of semi-feral Hrothgals incredibly funny and attractive. I may have been influenced by Wuk Lamat's first appearance in 6.55.

Petra is a Veena Viera from the Skatay mountain range. Their family pre-emptively fled the Garlean invasion to Eorzea and they harbor resentment for being cut off from their own culture. They're fairly stoic and reserved.

Sibold is from Ala Mhigo, their family fled the Garlean invasion when he was a kid and he barely survived the trip to Ul'dah. His family ended up homeless and he was malnourished, leading him to be smaller and weaker than other Highlander Hyur. They rely on magic instead, using Black, White, and Red magic.

Coconori is from Ul'dah, his family fell on hard times during the Calamity and they ended up homeless. Him and Sibold became effectively adoptive brothers, taking care of each other on Pearl Lane in Ul'dah. Coconori is very protective of Sibold, stern, and distrustful of others.

Arashi had borne witness to more than most, but she couldn’t ever recall Y’shtola scowling. Particularly not Y’shtola scowling while motioning silently for F'lhaminn to bring her a brimming mug of very, very strong wine. For half a moment Arashi thought to question the reason for her distress, but the pall coming off the white-haired miqote was positively murderous. Arashi knew better than to risk opening her mouth, particularly when she was nursing a lovely glass of red herself.

For a time the pair simply sat at the bar and nursed their drinks, but eventually Y’shtola broke the silence she had cast. “Tell me, Arashi,” she began, her tone innocent enough to hide any number of bodies. “Is there some malady affecting me that I am unaware of? Have I become the victim of some unflattering hex?” Arashi shook her head, not quite knowing what to say. Then, after a moment, replied.

“As far as I’m aware, no. What’s-”

“Then why, pray tell,” Y’shtola cut through her sentence like a blade, “am I so completely unable to charm a single woman?”

Arashi paused for a moment, checking to see how much wine she had drunk. The goblet was disconcertingly full. Surely she’d misheard, then. Y’shtola Rhul, great and might sorceress and most feared of the Scions, was in such a state… because of romance?