And that is all you need to know about stars. Without these omnipresent objects, the universe in its current form would never even exist. Everything you see around you has once been assembled by one of the stars billions of years ago. Every single complex atom of your body used to be in the heart of a star, which was building it for many years by joining lighter elements together. And what is more, all of your atoms, even the atoms of all the other objects on our planet have once been a part of a single star. This massive ancient star eventually exploded as a supernova and ejected its atmosphere into the surrounding cosmos.
The former stellar atmosphere then took the form of a nebula and started collapsing under its own gravitational pull. The Sun was created. Shortly afterwards, the remaining material formed all eight planets of our Solar System, which keep revolving around our parental star to this very day. Almost one billion years thereafter, the first primitive organisms were born. Then, they started evolving diligently for about 3.8 billion years to create me, you and billions of other living organisms that inhabit our beautiful little planet. And all of that was achieved just by using material from a huge ancient star. We could therefore without hesitation proclaim that we come from stars. Literally.
Baderon, the proprietor of the Drowning Wench, has need of a capable adventurer.
Baderon: I thank ye fer takin’ the time to ‘elp me out. Now, I’m sure yer busy, so I’ll come straight to the point. Baderon: Word ‘as it some suspicious-lookin’ buggers ‘ave been sneakin’ in an’ out o’ the Sastasha Seagrot, an’ I need a trustworthy sort to ‘ead up north of Aleport an’ find out who they are an’ what they’re up to. Baderon: Don’t sound like much, I know… Baderon: But since that nasty business over in Swiftperch, folk’ve been a bit uneasy. Well, I say “a bit”… ‘Tis all they can do not to soil ’emselves every time the bloody floorboards creak. Reyner: If you would permit me, Master Baderon, I should be happy to elaborate. Baderon: Well, well, if it ain’t the chief Yellowjacket ‘imself. To what do I owe this rare honor, Commodore Reyner? Come to make sure me patrons are behavin’─or just thirsty? Reyner: Neither, in fact. I came to welcome Meredith back to Limsa Lominsa. It is well you have returned. Reyner: Over the course of the past moon, there have been several sightings of an unfamiliar vessel off the coast of Aleport, in the vicinity of the Isles of Umbra. Reyner: This information came to my attention no more than a few weeks after a squad of my own soldiers had completed a routine patrol of the region, the Sastasha Seagrot included. Reyner: Their search revealed little, save that a family of coeurls had taken up residence in the caves. Nothing to concern us, in short. Reyner: In light of recent developments, however, it would seem wise to search Sastasha again. Reyner: But with the Sahagin testing our defenses daily, I am loath to assign the task to the limited forces at my disposal. Our line is stretched as it is. Reyner: Thus I sought the services of a competent adventurer to conduct an investigation in our stead. Any aid you can offer in this matter would be greatly appreciated. Reyner: Then it is settled. Reyner: Sastasha is located in western La Noscea. For more detailed instructions on how to reach the place, I suggest you consult V’mellpa. She can be found at the ferry docks on the lower decks. Baderon: You ‘eard the man! Good luck to ye, lass!
V’mellpa: You’re here about Commodore Reyner’s investigation? Then you’ll want to board a ferry bound for Aleport. V’mellpa: Once you arrive in western La Noscea, though, you’d best pay a visit to the Hall of the Novice before you blunder into Sastasha. V’mellpa: The Adventurers’ Guild runs the Hall, and the folk there will prepare you─train you with the skills you’ll need to face the dangers undoubtedly waiting for you in the Seagrot. V’mellpa: The Hall is on the way to Sastasha, just north of Aleport. Head inside and one of their seasoned adventurers will take you in hand. Best of luck to you, friend!
Seasoned Adventurer: Ah, you must be the adventurer of whom the Yellowjackets sent word. I hear you are to brave the depths of the Sastasha Seagrot. Seasoned Adventurer: The occupants of those caves are rumored to be as numerous as they are bloodthirsty. No matter what the epic tales would have you believe, strolling into such a den of savagery alone would be the height of foolishness. No, you shall need companions. Seasoned Adventurer: And you shall need the training we here at the Hall of the Novice can provide! I strongly suggest that you study the fundamentals of group combat before continuing on your mission. Seasoned Adventurer: The Smith here oversees the training schedules. Speak with him, and you can register for exercises tailored to your particular field of expertise. Seasoned Adventurer: When you have mastered all that our masters have to teach, then it will be time to head north once more. Report to the Yellowjacket scout at the mouth of the Sastasha Seagrot, and he will furnish you with the details of your duty.
Avere: What took ye so bloody long, Edda? If me purse was too light, ye might’ve considered usin’ some of yer own bleedin’ coin to get us what we need! Avere: Ye’ve only ever been as useful as the contents o’ yer pockets─the gods know ye can barely ‘eal a scratch! Avere: We took up the ‘venturin’ life to take on the big jobs an’ claim the big rewards. How’re we meant to do that if ye can’t even get our supplies in order? Avere: Hm? It’s ‘er─the one Baderon was talkin’ to! Avere: Well, we’ll see who gets the glory! This job should’ve been ours in the first place! Paiyo Reiyo: This is perfect for our inaugural outing as a party─wandering around in the caves, turning over a few rocks… How difficult could it possibly be? Paiyo Reiyo: I never expected our first visit to the Adventurers’ Guild would yield such a straightforward way to win fame and fortune. Edda: (gasp) I-I’m sorry, Avere! I came as fast as I could! Edda: I tried haggling with the merchant, but two potions was the best I could get with the money you gave me. I had no idea how expensive they were! Liavinne: Bwahahaha! Edda, you’re so slow, you’d lose a footrace to a tree slug.
Yellowjacket: Please tell me you’re here on Yellowjacket duty, and not some daft sod out for a stroll. I can’t take any more of this blasted waiting. You are? Thank the gods. Yellowjacket: I assume you already know about the ship seen slipping around the Isles of Umbra? Yellowjacket: We’ve been on the lookout for pirate activity ever since that vessel was sighted, thinking a crew of cutthroats might have a den nearby. Yellowjacket: So when we received word that men of questionable quality had been seen passing in and out of Sastasha here, we weren’t entirely surprised. Yellowjacket: I’ve yet to see them for myself, but if this lot belongs to those fishback-fancying Serpent Reavers… Yellowjacket: Well, you can imagine the panic it’ll cause. The kidnappings are still fresh in people’s minds. Yellowjacket: Anyway, your task is to poke around in the caves, and find out exactly who we’re dealing with. While you do that, I’ll be keeping watch out here…praying you don’t spot any blue face tattoos.
Bloody Memo: You find a bloodstained scrap of parchment with a message scrawled upon it in faded ink. “The Capten lykes his wyne Redd.” Denn the Orcatoothed: Pshhh… You sssully our ssspawning groundsss, shorewalker!
Baderon: Aye, such a task was on the books. “Was,” mind. I’m afraid that ship ‘as already sailed, friend. Dolorous Bear: Ah. Might you be the adventurer who accepted the job of investigating Sastasha? Dolorous Bear: Hmph. It would seem that ship has not only sailed, but now returns to harbor, none the worse for its voyage. A pity. We dragged our boots too long on this one. E’manafa: No matter. The wheel will turn and our chance will come. Dolorous Bear: You are right, of course. But there shall be no rest till we have attained our goal, lofty though it may be! Kikina: Not a wink of sleep, great leader! Dolorous Bear: Our aim, lest you wonder, is to perform such feats of heroism as will earn us a place in the songs of every alehouse in Eorzea. We mean to write a legend which will inspire adventurers as yet unborn to follow our shining example. Dolorous Bear: Do you have such a goal? Large or small, it matters not. Only have a star to reach for and you will reach higher. Dolorous Bear: Purpose can sustain you through times of hardship. Keep your eye on the prize, and all obstacles will be overcome in time. Dolorous Bear: You would not think to stride into battle unclad, would you? Well, goals are as arms and armor for the spirit! I wish you fortune in your endeavors, milady! Baderon: Back then, are ye? With all yer limbs, an’ a tale to tell, I’ll wager. Baderon: Fishbacks? An’ there I was thinkin’ ye’d only ‘ave to crack a pirate skull or three. Seven hells… Ye turn yer back fer five bloody minutes, an’ the scaly bastards’ve set up shop on yer bleedin’ doorstep… Baderon: Still, sounds like ye left ’em in pieces, so I don’t s’pose they’ll be carryin’ out whatever mischief they was plannin’─unless they was plannin’ on feedin’ ’emselves to the fauna o’ Sastasha, o’ course. Anyroad, all’s well that ends well! Baderon: Thanks fer sheddin’ some light on this mystery. I knew ye’d get the job done, lass─ye always do! Baderon: Now, I’ll bet yer dyin’ fer a rest, but just in case yer not, I was wonderin’ if ye might be interested in takin’ on another job? It just so ‘appens that I’ve ‘ad a request from our sister guild in Gridania, see. Baderon: Seems the forest folk’re in need of a ‘venturer what can get things done. Baderon: Fer them to ask fer ‘elp like this, ye can bet the task won’t be no skip through a sunny glade. But after the way ye dealt with our fishback infestation, I doubt it’s anythin’ ye can’t ‘andle. Baderon: Give us a shout when yer ready, an’ I’ll lay it out fer ye.
Picture a grain of sand on top of on SUV. That’s what the Sun would look like on top of Stephenson 2—18. If you wanted to fly in a passenger plane around this star once, it would be a 9-million—hour flight — a little over 1,000 years — and even in a lightspeed ship, the journey would take 8.7 hours. And if our home star were Stephenson 2—18 instead of the Sun, it would be bigger than Saturn’s orbit, and Uranus would be the new Mercury.
Stephenson 2—18 was probably born as a main sequence star a few tens of times the mass of the Sun and has likely lost about half its mass by now. While typical red hypergiants are in the ballpark of 1,500 times the size of the Sun, the largest rough estimate places Stephenson 2—18 at an absurd 2,150 solar radii and shining with almost half a million times the power of the Sun.
Stephenson 2—18 is the largest known star… kind of. The tricky thing is, red hypergiants are extremely bright and far away, which means that even tiny uncertainties in our measurements can give us a huge margin of error for their size. Worse still, red hypergiants are Solar-System—sized behemoths that are blowing themselves apart, which makes them harder to measure. As we do more science and our instruments improve, whatever the largest star is will continue to change.
Bartholomew has information that may be of interest to you.
Bartholomew: Ah, my lady envoy. I trust your stay in the sultanate has been pleasant. Now, if you do not mind my asking, do you perchance have plans to visit Limsa Lominsa in the near future? If so, I have information that may be of interest to you. Bartholomew: I once accompanied the Flame General on an official visit to the seaside city-state, during which time I became acquainted with Baderon, the proprietor of the Drowning Wench. Well, the man sent word just now that he has a job for a capable adventurer. Bartholomew: I can think of none with better credentials than you. Baderon would doubtless be pleased were you to offer him your services.
Baderon: Welcome to the Drownin’ Wench! Sit wherever ye like, lass. I’ll be with ye in a─ Baderon: Well, well, if it ain’t the one an’ only Meredith Croix! Baderon: I was told a distinguished ‘venturer might be reportin’ fer duty. Fancy that ‘venturer bein’ you, eh!? Baderon: Just so yer fairly warned, though, this ain’t no job fer the faint of ‘eart. Things’re liable to get downright bleedin’ ‘airy. But if ye think yer still interested, let me know, an’ I’ll fill ye in on the details.
The Kuiper Belt is a donut-shaped region of asteroids surrounding the Solar System, starting just after the orbit of Neptune and ending 20 AU further away. If a hypothetical airplane were flying out of the Solar System, it would take 350 years just to get through the Kuiper Belt! Pluto, no longer a planet, is the largest object in the Kuiper Belt.
Raubahn means to entrust you with a task of the utmost import.
Raubahn: Listen well, Marion. This will take some time to explain. Raubahn: I’ve prepared these letters for my counterparts in the Eorzean Alliance. Raubahn: Five years ago, we looked on, powerless, as our brothers and sisters were taken from us at Carteneau─first by the Garleans, and then by the thrice-damned primal called forth by their treachery. Raubahn: Not a day goes by that I do not think of my fallen comrades… Raubahn: …And of the Warriors of Light, of whom no trace remained. Raubahn: The tragedies of the Calamity are not so easily forgotten─nor should they be. In remembering all we’ve lost, we’re reminded of what we still have. Raubahn: And so I mean to mark the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Carteneau with a memorial service honoring the fallen. Raubahn: It is my hope that my counterparts in the Alliance will agree to do the same. Raubahn: And I would have you bear my words to them as my personal envoy. Raubahn: Why you? Because your deeds mark you out as the nearest thing I have to a Warrior of Light. I can think of none more worthy of the role. The question is: will you accept it? Raubahn: Then it is agreed! Raubahn: You will journey to Gridania and Limsa Lominsa as my official representative. Raubahn: Now, that’s a great many malms to travel, but I’ve neither the time nor patience to wait around while you do it on foot. Raubahn: I hereby grant you permission to use the airship routes connecting the three city-states. This pass serves as proof of your privilege. Raubahn: Gone are the days when airship travel was available to all. Raubahn: The ever-present threat of imperial attack has forced us to impose drastic restrictions out of concern for public safety. Raubahn: These passes are only granted when circumstance demands it─as in this case. Raubahn: Though there were others who insisted you be granted one regardless. Raubahn: Aye, Marion, I am not alone in seeing it… Raubahn: Your potential is plain. Raubahn: But I have said enough. In the name of the sultana, I bid you go forth. Raubahn: See for yourself the wonders of the realm for which the Warriors of Light risked all. Rise to your calling and fulfill your promise. Raubahn: And should your path be barred by man or beast, strike fast and true, for victory belongs to the bold. Raubahn: Now go, Marion, and heed the Crystal’s guidance should you ever lose your way.
Momodi: Ah! Back from your meetin’ with Raubahn, are you? What did the big man have to say? Momodi: Is that a fact!? Momodi: Personal envoy of the Flame General himself! Momodi: So you’ll be bearin’ the great man’s words to the leaders of the Alliance, will you? And by airship! Bugger me…that’s an honor and half, that is. Momodi: …But I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more. Momodi: I’m proud of you, Marion. I truly am. Momodi: Now, I daresay Raubahn told you this, but not many people get to go on airships, these days. In fact, most folk go to their graves havin’ never once seen Eorzea from above… Momodi: Poor buggers shuffle off to meet Thal havin’ never known the blues of Limsa Lominsa’s shimmerin’ seas, or the myriad greens of leafy Gridania… Momodi: But not you, Marion. You’ll see those sights and more, and everywhere you go, you’ll find fascinatin’ folk with fascinatin’ tales to tell. Momodi: The people you meet, the places you go─savor these experiences… Momodi: For they are priceless, all. Momodi: Sayin’ that, it’d be remiss of me if I didn’t remind you to be careful out there. Momodi: Ul’dah ain’t the only place beset by troubles, as you’ll discover when you visit Limsa and Gridania. Momodi: Truth be told, that might well be exactly what the General wants you to realize. I think he knows what kind of woman you are, Marion. Momodi: And what kind’s that, you ask? Why, the kind that can’t resist stickin’ her nose in other people’s business, of course─and don’t you ever go changin’! Momodi: Safe travels, Marion! I’ll see you when you get back.
Elyenora: Greetings, madam. This is the reservation counter for passengers traveling to Limsa Lominsa. Elyenora: If I’m not mistaken, you are the Flame General’s envoy, Marion Croix, yes? Highwind Skyways is at your service. Will you be flying with us today?
Airship Attendant: Attention, all passengers: the airship bound for Limsa Lominsa is about to depart. Please make your way to the boarding gate. Nanamo Ul Namo: When first we met beneath the Sultantree, I sensed there was something unusual about her. I wonder if they will feel the same… Momodi: Godsspeed, Marion, godsspeed! Momodi: If I’m right, they’ll be singin’ your praises from here to the Farreach before long. Momodi: May you always walk in the light of the Crystal…
???: Eorzea… A blighted realm, riddled with false gods… ???: Twice now it has eluded the Empire’s grasp. ???: For all the destruction it wrought, even Meteor, the Great Sin, failed to yield us control over it. ???: And for this failure, the realm has sunk deeper into depravity. ???: It is twisted beyond all reckoning─rotten nigh to the core. ???: Yet it must be saved. ???: Only Garlean rule can bring order to Eorzea. It falls to us to deliver the misguided masses from their ignorance. All: We are of one mind, Lord van Baelsar.
Midlander Engineer: Hey. Is the legatus really planning to take another tilt at Eorzea? Highlander Engineer: Eh!? What hole have you been hiding in? We’re in the midst of preparing for a new campaign, and a huge one at that! Midlander Engineer: But…I thought the Emperor had given up the western lands for lost after Carteneau. What could the legatus possibly hope to gain by acting alone? ???: I sense you harbor certain doubts over the wisdom of the legatus’s plan. Midlander Engineer: M-My lord! Nero tol Scaeva: Please, call me Nero. Tell me, where were you born? Highlander Engineer: Othard, milord! Midlander Engineer: Ala Mhigo, my lord! Nero tol Scaeva: Ah, Codename Hummingway, I presume? Midlander Engineer: I-I don’t know what you─ Nero tol Scaeva: Silence. Your denials will not change your fate. Nero tol Scaeva: I assure you─Frumentarium sees all. Midlander Engineer: Argh… Nero tol Scaeva: Clean up this mess. And do not miss any, or I shall be most displeased. Highlander Engineer: A-At once, milord! Nero tol Scaeva: Garlond… Soon you will be made to know the true power of magitek.
Arrivals Attendant: Ah, you must be the envoy from Ul’dah! Welcome to Limsa Lominsa, madam. Admiral Bloefhiswyn awaits your arrival.
Storm Honor Guard: You are the Ul’dahn envoy? Welcome to Limsa Lominsa. Storm Honor Guard: The Admiral has been looking forward to your arrival. Storm Honor Guard: Please proceed to the Crow’s Lift at your earliest convenience. It will take you to Bulwark Hall. Storm Honor Guard: Once there, pray speak with Zanthael. He will be pleased to show you in to the Admiral’s command room on the Bridge.
Zanthael: Greetings, madam, and welcome to our fair city. If you would permit me to examine the seal on the missive you carry… Zanthael: Yes, everything seems to be in order. My apologies. We cannot afford to be complacent, you understand. Please, step this way.
???: Enter. Merlwyb: So the silver-tongued merchants send an adventurer to speak for them. It appears the Ul’dahns place great faith in you. Merlwyb: This way. Merlwyb: I bid you welcome. Merlwyb: I am Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, Admiral of Limsa Lominsa, and commander of the Maelstrom. Merlwyb: Now, what news from Thanalan? Merlwyb: Hm. A memorial service to honor the fallen. Merlwyb: Seven hells… Has it been five years? Merlwyb: Five years since the Garlean Empire sought to wrest Eorzea from our grasp… Merlwyb: It was in answer to the imperial threat that the city-states formed the Grand Companies, and forged the Eorzean Alliance anew. But Garlemald was not content to wager all on a simple contest of martial might. They had other plans─the Meteor project. Merlwyb: Legatus Nael van Darnus─hells take him─intended to “cleanse” our realm by snatching the lesser moon, Dalamud, from the heavens and casting it down upon our heads. Desperate to prevent this lunatic scheme, we marched our forces to the Carteneau Flats and there met the VIIth Imperial Legion in battle. Merlwyb: Never have I seen a fight like the Battle of Carteneau─and I have seen full many. Merlwyb: But though we gave no quarter, spared not one onze of effort…we could not prevent what followed. Merlwyb: From inside the shell of Dalamud came a winged nightmare─a dragon the size of a bloody city. ‘Twas the elder primal Bahamut, bent on making an eighth hell of Eorzea. Merlwyb: In the space of a breath, the legions of the Empire were set aflame, while our own armies fared little better. ‘Twas as if the whole world was burning… Words cannot well describe the scene. Merlwyb: And yet…by some miracle, a few among us were spared. Merlwyb: Even as I steeled myself for death, a blinding white light enveloped me, robbing me of my senses. Merlwyb: When I regained them, the dragon was gone, and the still-smoldering land was warped beyond all knowing. Merlwyb: Were Archon Louisoix still with us, he would doubtless shed some light on these unfathomable happenings. Alas, he is not, and I fear we will want for his wisdom in the days to come. Merlwyb: For while our nations struggle to recover from the devastation, the beastmen call forth their damned primals to torment us anew. Merlwyb: Unless we put aside our differences and rebuild now, our foes will catch us unprepared. Merlwyb: And I speak not only of the beastmen. Do not imagine that the Empire has forsaken its claim on Eorzea. The imperials crowd our borders, waiting to strike. Merlwyb: Damn it all, we need champions to replace those we lost… Merlwyb: But such thoughts are worse than worthless. Time is short, and none will save us, save ourselves. It is the duty of every soul who survived the Calamity to work together for the good of Eorzea…and this memorial service may be the very thing to unite us. Merlwyb: Aye, Raubahn has the right of it. I accept his proposal. Merlwyb: Your duty is done here, adventurer─I will see to it that the Flame General receives my reply. Merlwyb: You travel next to Gridania, yes? Merlwyb: Pray give my regards to the Elder Seedseer. Oh, and tell her the wolf has been sniffing around the stables. A private jest─and one in poor taste─but I would have you tell it all the same. Merlwyb: Fare you well, Marion. May the Navigator guide you on your journey.
L’nophlo: Greetings, madam. This is the counter for passengers traveling to Gridania. L’nophlo: A pleasure to serve you again, madam. Are you ready to board the airship to Gridania?
Arrivals Attendant: Ah, you must be the envoy from Ul’dah! Welcome to Gridania, madam. The Elder Seedseer awaits your arrival.
Serpent Honor Guard: Greetings, good madam. Serpent Honor Guard: You are the Ul’dahn envoy, are you not? I have received instructions to assist you. Serpent Honor Guard: Pray make your way into the city proper, and identify yourself to the conjurer at Nophica’s Altar. She will admit you to the Lotus Stand, where the Elder Seedseer awaits.
Silent Conjurer: You are the Ul’dahn envoy? Begging your pardons, madam, but might I inspect the missive you bear? Silent Conjurer: Verily, this is the seal of the supreme commander of the Immortal Flames. Please come with me.
Kan-E-Senna: So you are the Ul’dahn envoy. Kan-E-Senna: On behalf of our fair nation, I bid you welcome. Kan-E-Senna: Please. Kan-E-Senna: Allow me to introduce myself. Kan-E-Senna: I am Kan-E-Senna, Elder Seedseer of Gridania, and leader of the Order of the Twin Adder, our nation’s Grand Company. Kan-E-Senna: I understand you bear a message from the Flame General. Kan-E-Senna: A remembrance service for the fallen of Carteneau… Kan-E-Senna: Pray tell me, adventurer─what do you know of our conflict with the Empire? Kan-E-Senna: It would seem my counterparts recounted the tale in some detail. That is well. Kan-E-Senna: Hm? A message from the Admiral? …A wolf has been sniffing around her stables, you say? I see. Well, I shall be pleased to provide her with such counsel as I am able. Kan-E-Senna: But first, friend of my friend, I would tell you more of the Garlean threat. Kan-E-Senna: For the greater part of its history, Garlemald was not even among the most influential nations in Ilsabard, the northern continent. However, its innovations in the field of magitek, some fifty years past, helped to raise it from the depths of obscurity. Kan-E-Senna: Emboldened by this technology, it set about subjugating its neighbors, swiftly absorbing each into its ever-expanding territory. And when all of Ilsabard lay within its grasp, it turned its ravenous gaze upon Eorzea. Kan-E-Senna: Yet Garlemald’s transformation did not come about by virtue of magitek alone. Its success owed much to the consummate leadership of its first and reigning emperor. Kan-E-Senna: Solus zos Galvus─the man who built an empire in his own lifetime. Yet he has lived long, and after more than four score winters, it is said that he grows frail, and ever more prone to illness. Kan-E-Senna: If rumors are to be believed, the matter of succession has destabilized the imperial court. This would explain the Empire’s relative inactivity in recent years, which has granted us much-needed time to rebuild. Kan-E-Senna: Yet we cannot allow ourselves to become complacent, for Garlemald still maintains a presence in Eorzea, in the form of the XIVth Imperial Legion. Kan-E-Senna: Commanding this great host is Legatus Gaius van Baelsar, a man whose ambitions are well known to us. So long as he breathes Eorzean air, none of us may sleep easy. Kan-E-Senna: The Calamity wreaked such devastation upon the realm that it has been all we could do to nurse our wounds, never mind rebuild our defenses. Simply put, we have not the strength to repel the Empire. Kan-E-Senna: To add to our woes, the beast tribes continue to summon their primals, whose very existence is a bane upon the land. Kan-E-Senna: Each nation is beset with its own primal problem; none has the resources to look beyond its own borders. Kan-E-Senna: The Admiral desires my counsel regarding a brazen wolf. Kan-E-Senna: She means to tell me that the Empire may soon resume its advance. Kan-E-Senna: Though the primals pose an undeniable threat to our survival, the threat posed by the Garleans is greater still. Clearly, each nation can no longer afford to think only of that which occurs within its own borders. Kan-E-Senna: A storm gathers upon the horizon. If we are to weather it, we must needs stand united once more. A remembrance service may help to rekindle the spirit of unity which brought the peoples of Eorzea together when last the Empire threatened our liberty. Kan-E-Senna: The Flame General was wise to make his proposal, and I wholeheartedly approve of it. The necessary provisions shall be made for a service here in Gridania. Kan-E-Senna: Your work here is done, my friend. I shall send my reply to the Flame General forthwith. Kan-E-Senna: I thank you for coming. May the Twelve see you safely home.
If we took all of the DNA in your body and lined it up as a single strand, it would stretch all the way to the Sun and then all the way back to Earth —— 68 times. DNA has a width of about 2.3 nm, which means that if we bunched all of your DNA together into a tight ball, it would be about 108 cubic cm — around the size of a plum.
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