[Ramza merely gave the walls of their gondola a cursory rap as Lulu settled, attentive to the rull ring of the metal. He would more have expected it to be made of wood, like a carriage.

But Lulu's story soon gripped his attentions, and he dropped his idle pondering in favor of deeper thought that left him looking outwardly pensive. Certainly he had seen kings make such decrees, or Churches proper, but-- a single creature?]

"And Sin's watch and wrath spanned those thousands of years? Was it some manner of God or--"

[He's quickly cut off by the lurching of the wheel- and their little seat along with it- but the startling moment passes swift as it came. He finds his thoughts once more, with a sigh.]

"...Twelve hundred years before my time, a mighty and prosperous empire executed a 'Prophet of the Gods' for the crime of sedition. Upon his death, the earth roared in anger, and the ocean swept the whole of the empire into the sea, and with it the secrets and machines of its prosperity."

[He gives a peek out the window as they begin to rise, but his sight returned over to Lulu.]

"So goes the tale. The truth is... murkier, I am sure."