Well, well, what do we have here? More
delicious snacks for my pet, it seems.

So you're Ragou?
You've got some pretty
disgusting hobbies.

Hobbies? Oh, you must
mean my basement.

Only someone with my refined
sensibilities could understand the
pleasure I derive from such things.

You're just like those senile old fools on
the council. They bored me to death
and never let me enjoy myself.

It's the privilege of my exalted station
to dispel such boredom with the...help
of the common people.

You can't mean that's your only
reason to do those things.

Well, I suppose I should
go and fetch Rhybgaro.

So many new toys... He ought to put
on quite a show. Though you may
not live long enough to see it...

There's no point in searching for Rhybgaro.
We've already taken care of him.

...What did you say?

Are you deaf?
I said we've already
taken care of him.

You... What have you done to my pet?

If you'd put a bell on it or
something, maybe you wouldn't
have lost track of it.

Ah well, with a bit more money,
I'll soon be able to replace him.

Ragou! How can you say such
things and still call yourself
a servant of the empire?!

What? ...You...
But that's impossible!

S-stay back! W-what
do you intend to do?!

Someone! Arrest
these intruders!

We'll have enemies all over
the place if we don't hurry up
and finish what we came to do!

Hold it.

...What? Don't we need to
create an emergency for the
Knights to respond to?

It's still too soon. First
we need some evidence.

We've got to find the blastia
that controls the weather.