Balfonheim - for all of it's splendorous glory- is nothing like the capitol that Cidolfus grew to adore. However, that truth doesn't stop the good doctor from appreciating the beautiful shoreline scenery. Cidolfus arrived here at Balfonheim's port during the early part of the day after making a few pit-stops along the way. After his daring escape from the Necrohol of Horrors and Shambling Corpses, Cidolfus happened upon a merry troupe of caravaneers on route to Balfonheim. Knowing full well he couldn't transverse across the plains by foot, Cidolfus struck a deal with the merchants and joined them on their journey. Along the way, he managed to convince their leader to stop momentarily at one of the many windmills that dot the lush landscape.
Now there's much about the good doctor that the average man wouldn't know. Doctor Cid, for better or for worse, is always prepared. Even after becoming chairman at the prestigious Draklor Laboratory, Cidolfus never trusted the facilities well enough to store away the brunt of his research there. Heavens, no! After living under the thumb of the Senate and Emperor Gramis's whimsies for one too many years; Cidolfus constructed a secret lab within the heart of the Cerobi Steppe.
By all means, this mock laboratory isn't any fancy. It's merely a study that serves as a library for everything the good doctor couldn't possibly commit to memory. Though, it should be noted that here at his hidden laboratory is where Cid found another change of clothes, a few weapons (firearms, no less) and few notes on his previous research.
"Hm?" A faint hum escapes the doctor's lips as he glances around this less than cozy tavern. There's more cutthroats than pirates here, but he can seldom tell the difference between the two. "Far too many barflies and twice as many more whores, I see." Cidolfus grumbles as he adjusts the bronze frames upon his face. Despite being resurrected by none other than the High Seraph herself, Cidolfus's poor eyesight remains the same. Without these thinly framed spectacles, the good doctor would be as helpless as a babe.
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Now there's much about the good doctor that the average man wouldn't know. Doctor Cid, for better or for worse, is always prepared. Even after becoming chairman at the prestigious Draklor Laboratory, Cidolfus never trusted the facilities well enough to store away the brunt of his research there. Heavens, no! After living under the thumb of the Senate and Emperor Gramis's whimsies for one too many years; Cidolfus constructed a secret lab within the heart of the Cerobi Steppe.
By all means, this mock laboratory isn't any fancy. It's merely a study that serves as a library for everything the good doctor couldn't possibly commit to memory. Though, it should be noted that here at his hidden laboratory is where Cid found another change of clothes, a few weapons (firearms, no less) and few notes on his previous research.
"Hm?" A faint hum escapes the doctor's lips as he glances around this less than cozy tavern. There's more cutthroats than pirates here, but he can seldom tell the difference between the two. "Far too many barflies and twice as many more whores, I see." Cidolfus grumbles as he adjusts the bronze frames upon his face. Despite being resurrected by none other than the High Seraph herself, Cidolfus's poor eyesight remains the same. Without these thinly framed spectacles, the good doctor would be as helpless as a babe.