'The sprites,' the blacksmith repeats without hesitation. 'Like I said: hot-tempered without a blight sweepin' through and knocking everythin' off-kilter. I'd warn you both to have a friend who knows magic. Or,' he adds, 'go with that group that's 'posed to be going up there.'

"We are," Tidus shares then thinks to throw in, "We just lost a weapon or two on the way. But we've got magic."

Or he has. Regardless, it makes it sound better than two armless adventurers going up a dangerous mountain. Whether the blacksmith believes them or not, he scoffs, gestures out a hand in motion to the town.

'Then I'd look 'round and get what yer can before you go. It's no short trek to the Firewastes. No short trek climbin' them, either.'