The winds are strong today, maybe he will teach me to fly.
Reks told me stories about sky pirates when I was young; my obsession grew when we became orphans. Ever since mom and dad had died I craved freedom, not to give a damn on where I traveled or whom I stole from. Balthier offered me that, and a shoulder to lean upon if needed. Not to mention the fine ship he owned; 'the Strahl'. I almost skipped to the Westgate. He was there, bending over a small mug. Fran was there to, they were chatting. I snuck up, spotting the slight twitch of Fran's mouth. Balthier obviously didn't spot it, I continued before I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and smiled. He glared; he knew what I wanted.
Note to self; Balthier isn't a morning person.