"Grandfather Thunder's mission, and your ultimate fate, are of great personal interest to me, Kefka Woodsman's son." The distant grumbling roll of thunder underscored Barthos' words. "I would ask that I act as your guide and emissary. Whatever doom awaits you, and our tribe... I wish to be there to see it."
The large crow twisted its head and fixed the Ragabash with a beady eye. "I have one condition, however: that you be both cunning and decisive. The hour grows late, I fear, and if you are called upon to make any grave choices, I implore you face them free of doubt. This is not to say that you should rush headlong into danger or darkness; but the time for indecision is past."