B: Meeting the Viera Clan
The path to the Forgotten City was treacherous. Only the Viera tribe knew the way, and only they could guide others there. Fran had hoped--foolishly--that she would still remember the way. But whether there was true magic in the air or only confusion cause by a general unease in the air was the question. Fran hoped to never have to answer the question, but when she led the way into the woods, she knew that something was different. Perhaps it was simply her memory failing.
Each step she took, hopefully in the right direction, only made her feel more uncertain. It came to a point where she simply had to stop because she knew she could go no further.
"I think we shall be meeting my relatives after all," Fran spoke quietly. She didn't want to. Every nerve resisted it, as she knew she'd find no welcome. It was probably a long shot to be given Lente's Tear to help guide them through the Woods. But she had taken Balthier this far, and this is what he wanted to see.