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“We will be needed between two fronts simultaneously?” Ririto groaned into her linkshell. She could almost hear Krile’s sympathetic expression as she hung up.
After the last few years, the seven Warriors of Light had gone their own ways.
Altani would happily head to the Doman front. She’d be able to rope Olar in as well. And from what Ririto understood, Olar had his own reason for wanting to head East anyway.
The two Xaela would probably be able to convince Shio to come out of “retirement” for this as well. The Aura might be trying to settle down in Ishgard, but Ririto highly doubted Hydalyn was pleased by that development. Perhaps they should have just kept Midgardsormr’s blessing instead. At least he seemed to value their own wishes.
That would place a tank, a healer, and a fighter on the Doman front.
For the Ala Mhigan front, sending herself and Sigus would be easy enough. She would need to find someone to run the guild while they were gone, but that would hardly be her greatest hardship.
She was sure Agnar would agree to liberating his homeland. That was if they could locate the older hyur. The man hadn’t been heard from since they had fought Nidhogg nearly ten moons ago. Ririto sighed in frustration. Perhaps the people of Little Ala Mhigo could help her find him.
That left Za’thaya. Ririto guessed the miqo’te would have to constantly be moved between the two fronts as needed. The teleport costs would be annoying, but nothing the guild couldn’t help cover.