OOC: You bastard. You knew I was contemplating having Held stalk Parsely and Blizzar, only to screw them out of treasure at the last moment. But, you have a point...Held does have a job to do.
IC:
The Nevadian whistled appreciatively as Mauroc was turned into colorful stardust, makeshift fireworks to herald the freedom of the people of Reshlan.
"Well, that's certainly a view I'll never forget." Held said, turning to Sefiroth, raising his glass in a toast. "I guess to new beginning---"
The Nevadian sighed.
"Shit. I can't catch a break."
The Nevadian pressed a button on his communicator, patching him in to Captain Ulysses and his compatriots.
"This is Admiral Debon. The enemy command has fallen, number of planetary casualties unknown. Please stand by to render aid."
The sigh deepened as he cut communication.
"The joys of the job....I suppose I should go talk to Neva or the Queen and see if I need to worry about them trying to shoot my people out of the sky, or if that was something favored by our dearly departed firecracker..."
The Nevadian's focus faded as he sensed a disturbance, as if several items, once silenced, were ready for liberation---one he had not felt since Incenio....
Treasure.
Somehow, someway, he was certain that it was near, his body shaking as he fought the urge to scour the nearby area for it. This was neither the time, nor place.
Sadly, duty reigned supreme, and a dejected Nevadian heart stood steadfast in honor of it.
I should have stayed on earth...