May the winds guide you

Out with the old, in with the new

Make way for the Timber man

Of course I’m delusional!

He has the biggest butterfingers in the Valley

A bee with the power of the wind

Through the Eorzean glass

Almost there

Two jobs join the fray

A fresh map after 2 years

Two new jobs are ready to roll

You shall not pass

As long as a greatsword, but faster

Thou shalt prefer drip over defense & be goated with the sauce