Genesis
But for the small purple stain on its border, the banknote was non-descript.
It had a value but men value things in different ways and by different means. It had a value, but its value is not it's story.
It landed on the church plate face up, coming to rest softly on the flat silver base amongst the loose change like it was tossed to the cloth of a gambling table, soundless but with a small sense of resignation. A man paying for luck, a man asking his God for a favor.
It came from the wallet of a small sad man, who feared the Good Lord daily. The banknote was the weekly price of his penance, the bill of sale for those half-remembe
'Sacred Mount Gagazet, silent guardian of Zanarkand, City of the Dead '
Like the rest of Spira, I knew nothing about this place called Gagazet. What I did know, however, is that this was where Kimarhi used to live, and where his tribe is. The Ronso tribe, from what I knew of them (and it was very little, as you know), were intimidating wolf-like creatures that stood on two legs. These guys were huge, bigger than Kimarhi even, but I didn't care, one got in my face, I'd fight back. I can be tenacious when I have to.
Anyway, as we continued the pilgrimage to Zanarkand, which happened to be on the other side of the mountain, we had to