Being hamhanded onto a tram and packed in like sardines was not where he planned on waking up today. Disoriented, to say the least, he followed along without comment as the press of bodies moved as one to the train platform and breathed an uncomfortable grunt as the heat hit him in the face once he was freed from the cab. His brow furrowed against the sun above.

"Suns?" Partially blinded by the light, he didn't see the young girl running past him clearly, but he did see the large man pursuing her, shouting something about filthy pickpockets. Ah, the grinding laments of poverty. He stepped smoothly into the man's path, pulling free from a finger one of his bright silver rings, and sliding it into the man's hand as he paused before running into the sky pirate.

Balthier was all smiles. "This ought to cover whatever it is she stole, yes?" The man grimaces at him, as though he's angry to have been touched by the stranger from the train as Balthier releases his hand. "She's just a girl." The man spits at his feet before moving away, the little pickpocket long lost in the crowd.

Balthier adjusts his cuffs. "My, the locals are friendly, aren't they?"

It was pleasant to note the town cooled off considerably when the suns retreated beyond the horizon. Ah, the horizon, with its dazzling display. He'd seen something similar in the far north once, from a distance. He wondered idly, as he sat atop the wall overlooking the wastes beyond, what about this desert made it capable of such beauty. He also wondered, as his adventurer's blood stirred at the sight, what might be round in those dunes. Danger, to be sure, and while often its own reward, actual rewards were much more his suit.

What appeared to be a flintlock pistol could be seen at his side if one wandered close enough to see it, and the well-dressed young man made no effort to hide it. It was best to let anyone approaching know he could and would defend himself if he needed to.

"Stunning," his words were for his own ears, though loud enough to be heard. "But what are you hiding?" There was a curiosity in his voice as he gazed out over the wastes, and something akin to desire. He'd have to see for himself sooner or later, though, without a partner or transportation, it seemed foolhardy.

(OOC: Have another scenario in mind? HMU!)