Tifa finally made it to the Lahan border, it's been a long time since she had finally managed to lose her counterpart back in Bledavik.

So much running...she never expected it to be like this. Oh well, this was only her first scene in the grand tragedy that was about to unfold. She stopped, taking this moment to lean against a tree and catch her breath. She took this time to worry of her allies, hoping they made it out as easily as she did...she didn't run into them on the way here, nor did they find her as she rested during the nights, as much rest as she did get, keeping on her toes in case she was being followed.

Her eyes closed, and she rubbed her bracer unconsciously. She had only proven she was an imitation and a terrorist in that fight...but as Liete said, they'll soon realize just how much of a threat they really are. Yes, those were Liete's words...

"They wont understand you at first, and simply dismiss you as nothing to worry about...but i've made sure that wont be the case for very long. I rarely overlook something like this."

...at this reminiscence, she smiles...but that expression soon changes to one of doubt. How will they become more than a simple minor worry? Liete kept some of the most important details for later...and she needed those details, a sigh came from her and she looked down to the ground as her breathing softened a bit.

"...Identify yourself!" came a male voice from the woods, it was from a small group of Kislevi guards that had recently arrived, in their nightly patrol. They had come walking up to her, weapons ready.

Tifa looked up at the sudden call and quickly took out her Kislev ID, holding it out to the guards. They paused, and took a moment to examine the ID. After a moment of reading, the guards quickly nodded. "Welcome back, Miss Marabat. The advisor has asked us to relay a message to you. Come," one of them motions for her to follow him, "they will keep a lookout for the others," he reassures her. She nods and begins following, it's about time. She was looking forward to a shower and a full night of sleep for once since the tourney.

Tifa nodded, and started following the guard through Blackmoon, until they eventually reached the clearing between Blackmoon and Lahan where something awaited them. Tifa smiled at the sight before her when her eyes laid upon it, "Liete...I don't think you get enough credit as a strategist," she said to herself as she admired the giant metal abomination before her, glistening in the moonlight.

The guard nodded, a smile forming on his face as well, "That's exactly what the advisor thought you'd say."

She crossed her arms, nodding briefly to the guard. Her eyes returned upon the metal giant before her. So that's how...now her words have some meaning. With this...it's possible, all of it.

Prince Fatima...
Sigurd Harcourt...
The Solarian Princess...
Lawrence Maison...

It's time for the weak to pass the torch to the worthy...

After all, you are but simply...

"Leftovers of the Dreams of the Strong".