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Sherral nudges Jay awake carefully as they arrive, landing at a small set of docks built into the northern end of Rabanastre's west wall.
"We're here," he murmurs, before pushing off and ushering the men and chocobos out of the ship. "Get a meal and some sleep. I want you ready for a debrief at eight-hundred hours." To several of the wall's soldiers: "Get these chocobos fed and stabled, and kindly inform Lieutenant Illan that I want the garrison's reports for the time I was away on my desk by six-hundred hours."
"Sir," they say quickly, pressing their fists to their chest in a salute, before hurrying away to their tasks.
Sherral heads back towards Jay, undoing the clasps on his helmet and pulling it off with a grimace. "I feel like I've sand everywhere."
"We're here," he murmurs, before pushing off and ushering the men and chocobos out of the ship. "Get a meal and some sleep. I want you ready for a debrief at eight-hundred hours." To several of the wall's soldiers: "Get these chocobos fed and stabled, and kindly inform Lieutenant Illan that I want the garrison's reports for the time I was away on my desk by six-hundred hours."
"Sir," they say quickly, pressing their fists to their chest in a salute, before hurrying away to their tasks.
Sherral heads back towards Jay, undoing the clasps on his helmet and pulling it off with a grimace. "I feel like I've sand everywhere."
