[ Man, he knows the feeling, even if Prompto didn't so deliberately choose the life of an adventurer. It embraced him instead, but it meant staying by the side of his friends, and so he had accepted it, all the same.

Not that he doesn't still feel out of his depth here...er, literally and figuratively. ]

Ghost swords. Aaand ghost axes, ghost polearms, ghost knives...you get the idea. My buddy Noct had to go all over the countryside collecting 'em.

[ Kind of like they were in some kind of main questline... :thinking: ]