Ramza looked around the street they walked down. The townspeople did not seem concerned. They simply went about their business. "Perhaps," he agreed. He knew nothing of their enemy. It might well be a hopeless endeavor. "But perhaps there is strength here, yet unseen. I have seen peaceful folk rise up to defend their lives, against great adversity." Blame it on growing up with a thoroughly optimist father, but Ramza didn't have it in him to quit without trying, in spite of all the suffering he'd seen.

He gave his head a little shake. "At least if the Calamity has not yet manifested, we...the army can focus on this other threat." As silver linings went, it was rather tarnished, but it was all he could offer up to his companion. He disliked the weariness that slipped over her as she spoke.

"And if you and the others here truly wish to render aid, this Commander Biggs would be foolish to ignore you. A group of foreigners could accomplish things that the army might not be able to without risking a declaration of war. If the commander cannot see our usefulness, perhaps we should meet with him and enlighten him." Ramza paused, and amended, "if you think it might help."

Perhaps he should wait until he'd spent more than a few hours in the place before he took on the general, he reminded himself.