"I have not. Fawkes said there may be two people from the same dimension, but -" Balthier shrugs slightly. "I don't know from when or where. They're twins, and of the military in some fashion, which is not unique. I did know twins, myself. One was a dear friend, at one point."
He should concentrate on the matter at hand, right? Not the potential fear of a dying Gabranth ending up here, making peace with his brother. Or the two of them prior to the bad blood. What would Gabranth be like before anger twisted him so?
"Perhaps? The - armband in question is more of a generic item, and the nethicite is a rejected military weapon. Rejected for the original purpose." Balthier picks up some more bread and tries some of the cheese. "It may be worth my weight in gold, but I know what it does to me. I do not know if it would be similarly non-fatal to people here."