Cloud pulled out his journal. After a few early troubles keeping track of different quests, he had started writing down the information when he got it. It wasn't like he was able to call out a big floating red arrow to show him which way to go.
"Yeah, this is the place. According to the explorers back in town, there's an art gallery in this place. The Paintbrush of Souls may be in there somewhere."
The only problems were the creatures lurking inside. Monkeys, giant bees and coeurls were bad enough. But it was the stories of the little green creatures brandishing knives and lanterns that everyone seemed most scared to tell.
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"Yeah, this is the place. According to the explorers back in town, there's an art gallery in this place. The Paintbrush of Souls may be in there somewhere."
The only problems were the creatures lurking inside. Monkeys, giant bees and coeurls were bad enough. But it was the stories of the little green creatures brandishing knives and lanterns that everyone seemed most scared to tell.