“Crystals have always had a captivating power over the living. They transmute light into rainbows, vibrations into sound and seemingly exist as totems of some non-corporeal presence or energy. They are endlessly repeating mirrors of the mineral lattacies they take root in, influenced by the energies that impact them as they build themselves. Light, heat, lightning, these energies we know and can measure. Something beyond sight and measure, non-corporeal, lent a hand in the creation of the Aetheryte crystals of Eorzea and gave them their purpose and light.”
~Exedorous Thursby, “Alchemy and Quintessence.”
“We have finished stamping the shipment into Gil. It would be better done aboard ship but our location is secure enough here we are able to move without much scrutiny now.” Bondermir said, as his older brother sat inspecting the coin over the tops of his glasses.
“Not terribly much gold actually in these. Universally accepted. We should settle here and retire.” Benjimir mused.
Five years prior, the initial expeditions of the Scions sorties from their camps in hills above the outskirts of the city state of Ul’dah, they had initially spread out to take common jobs, learn terms and the manner of trade in the area as instructed in orders from Benjimir.
Quickly they learned of Gil, the coin of the realm. Made from gold and stamped into wafers, the initial teams were able to soon stamp their own from the gold brought with them. Then as now when a new cargo if metals, arrived the resulting Gil produced would find its way into banks, payroll and capitalizing the Thursby family interests
From those roots old family savvy and skill quickly established a native legitimacy which became all the growing cadre in their employ cared about. It was a process long perfected for entering new lands unfamiliar to their kindred.
Combined with income pooled from work as sell swords and crafting, means enough were secured to support several more teams making landfall on the shores near the Sagolii desert. These teams were scholars and those skilled in the sciences. Their given orders were to investigate, observe and report. Curriers would make their way about the land with dispatches and reports to the ports.
From there, otherwise unremarkable vessels would further sortie to relay all lines of communication to Benjimir. In was in this manner Benjimir absorbed much from afar. He sent his brothers and most trusted aid to take charge of families interests. Bondermir’s charge was to ensure security over all Thursby company affairs. Tinifalas, the Thursby family historian traveled north to the island of Sharlayan to seek information per Benjimir’s wishes. The others scattered across Eorzea on duties as assigned by their elder brothers.
It was a book found by Tinifalas in Sharlayan which now occupied Benjimir’s attention. As he knuckle-rolled a Gil in his left hand, he thumbed through the book as Bondermir poured tea and propped his feet on the edge of the table between them.
“They allowed Tinif’ to send the book south to us. It was bought by their chief librarian from a traveler in Ul’dah some twenty or more years ago. The language is unknown to the any in Sharlayan.” Bondermir explained, as he had years before in a report. Benjimir nodded passively. The words were native to him as they had been Tinifalas years earlier. They and specifically a name were what drew Benjimir to these shores at long last.
Benjimir nodded slowly as he effortlessly read each line in detail. “And the traveler?” Benjimir asked, still reading.
“Tinif never met him. However the librarian noted he was with a newborn baby girl. It was in his review of birth records in city's house of healing he found a name given to a newborn girl. Tessariel.” The gil in Benjimir’s hand stopped in mid-roll. He closed the book and restored his glasses to their proper position on his nose.
The name. Unknown to the native peoples. Steeped in an ancient lore equal to a beacon as impossible to ignore as the fall of Dalamud. Bondermir sought out the woman on Benjimir’s orders and offered commission to lead a Free Company under the banner of Scions of Numenor. The banner was an icon of the Thursby family history. Tessariel, the Captain, had lead the growing band with distinction.
“I think it is time that I finally meet this woman.” Benjimir resolved as he reached for a sheet of paper to draft a communique. Tinifalas entered the room and spoke.
“The Admirals have arrived. They are coming down from the airship dock and we will meet with them in the “Dapper Mariner.” The Dapper Mariner was a private dinning room and lounge open to traveling officers in Grand Companies and well placed members of the
Benjimir continued drafting his communique as he spoke. “We’ll break bread with Admiral T’subaki’s colleague with Maelstrom, then make plans to visit the Scions’ Company Hall up in Gridania.” He folded the communique into thirds and affixed a self adhesive seal over the folds. He rose and handed the communique to Tinifals, who had already drawn a leather couriers pouch from a shelf. “Send this to captain Aerlinn, post haste. Meet us up in the dinning room. I want your read on things after the meeting.” Benjimir instructed his brother who nodded and left the room for the courier stable as the others walked for the mechanical lift up to the Dapper Mariner.