[ quarantine breached ]

[ however balthier got here - and really, what more reason does a sky pirate need to go examining shadowy, overgrown locations than the promise of treasure - he certainly didn't intend this. not the strange voice, nor the eyes, lighting up like a creature of the mist. he's seen automata before, mechanical beasts, but nothing quite like this and that unsettles him all the more.

and the talk of hosts and quarantine doesn't excite him one bit, either.

he's already backing up, assessing escape routes as he lays a hand on his gun, prepared to fight his way out if necessary. ]

No need to roll out a welcome for me, I can find my own way out.

[ but, he glances over to you, and then nods his head to the nearest door in a quick movement. lets make short work of getting out, yes? ]

[ the new farm simulator looks great! ]

[ the thing is -

the thing is balthier has never dreamed of being a farmer or a farmhand before. he doesn't see the appeal, it's simply too quiet for him.

so, although he knows he's supposed to be making sure the shaggy creatures don't get out, instead he's procured himself a glass of lemonade - it's probably spiked - and he's watching a particularly excited group of them beeline for the nearest crack in the field.

of course, as soon as he's spotted, he makes a show of setting the drink down, and raising his hand to peer out at the field. ]

Oh my. It does appear they've found another crack in the fence. When did that happen?

[ a put upon sigh. ]

You should probably go get them.