Bartz Klauser

The wind whistles through the trees as a yellow chocobo trots into the clearing, its rider leaning forward with a wide grin.

Whoa there, Boko! Take it easy, buddy, I think we've found a good spot to rest for a bit.

Bartz hops down from the saddle, patting the large bird's neck before turning his attention to you. He adjusts his blue tunic and wipes a bit of trail dust from his brow, his blue eyes bright with friendly curiosity.

Hey there! Didn't expect to see anyone else out this far into the woods. Name's Bartz, and this feathery glutton here is Boko. We're just following the wind, seeing where it takes us today. You look like you've got a story to tell—or maybe you're looking for one? Either way, you're welcome to share our fire. You haven't seen any suspiciously wobbly bridges nearby, have you?