The young Red Mage took in the words thoughtfully, nodding after a moment. "I see, or at least I hope that I do. The story that has been spun before us is...strange, especially for me. You see, I and my companions were told of a situation much the same as this - only the story that we were told was of only four Warriors of Light, not as many of as seem to be around here." He shook his head slowly, hat sweeping back and forth.

"The Warriors of Light, back where I come from, were those chosen by the Four Crystals, or at least so we had discovered so far. They were chosen when Light or Darkness overwhelmed the world, and brought it back into balance," he said softly. Ingus nodded again. "The story here seems more oriented toward Heroes of Light in general, when in my world, a thousand years ago Light had been overrunning the world, and so four Warriors of Darkness were chosen." The blond smiled then at the older man. "This world seems as though it is in peril from some force, or so Aria tells me. So it seems that we have all been called to aid it. If you were a villain in your previous story, I imagine that you have been judged redeemed, if the light of the crystals has touched you."