BAHAMUT HALL → ridley/quen/merri
When Merri finally arrived at Bahamut Hall, the fighters and mages accompanying them had already cleared out. He wished that he could have made it back in time to give his well wishes to his friends going to the field, but he had been needed at the tower to organize the hovercars and give direction to the mages who were remaining behind. Now that everything had been squared away, at least for the moment, he could go to Bahamut to deal with any lingering business that could be more readily addressed here than at the tower or anywhere else in the city.
It was still early, so there were no wounded parties in the hall quite yet. For now, it was only prep work, and Merri could only hope that it might stay this way, but he knew it would not be so. With any luck, it would not turn chaotic, and it relieved him to see that the white mages and scholars here were seeing to it that no matter how many men and women came here requiring aid, they would not be overwhelmed.
Merri made his rounds to check on each group of mages -- some quickly waved him away, others exchanged a few words with him -- and Fighters Guild members who were taking care of business behind the scenes to know where need might be greatest as the afternoon wore on and the assistance he could provide now. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon Ridley.
"Ridley, how are you!" he said with a soft smile. "Haven't you been assigned a white mage yet?"