Beldyn signed the triangle. He watched the others as they appeared out of thin air from the shadows of the pillar he was in. He would have rather been out in the open, in the light of the god but the Wayfairer suggested that he and the Ergothian woman stay in the shadows until the others had a chance to settle after being plucked by sorcery from wherever they came from. He hated the shadows, almost as much as he hated sorcery. He signed the triangle again to ward off the evil.
He continued his vigil as some of the companions left; he then got a better look at who was staying behind. A man in filthy robes, Beldyn had seen his kind before, a magic user. The next was a beautiful young woman, despite the gore that caked her clothes and who looked like she had seen too much pain but looked much better after receiving the wild man's blessing, despite that Beldyn had to catch his breath a moment after seeing her. He had seen many beautiful women in his life but she would rival them all. His glaze, slowly, left the woman and lingered on the knight. A memory stirred in Beldyn's mind.
He saw scatas, dressed in blue and bearing the triangle and falcon sigil of the Kingpriest. He also remembered a demon, how could he ever forget that, and the power of Paladine healing the wounded. He remembered Cathan taking the crown of power and becoming the true Emperor of Istar, the true Lightbringer. He also remembered a young boy, just in his teenage years; bearing the shield of Lord Windsoud, Beldyn was sure of it. This knight that stood with the group was at the Battle of Govinna but he was only a boy at the time, only a squire.
Beldyn's thoughts were ripped back to the present by the screeching of the griffon. The Ergothian demanded answers and waited patiently as the scene played out. He, himself, was unsure and had his doubts about the Wayfairer but he had taken it all in good faith, faith in the god, that it would all play out as intended. Beldyn could not control the events that surrounded him, which caused him moments of fear, but he could control his reaction to the events. That is what the god expected of him. However the others, they seemed of a different mind. He waited patiently for them to cease their bickering before emerging.
And then he was invited forward, Beldyn emerged from the shadows a safe distance from the griffon. "Greetings, children of the god." His voice was rich and regal and yet was slightly and oddly accented. He wore white robes with silver trim and a chain of platinum from which hung a triangle made of the same metal. His shoulder length light brown hair framed his face. He signed the triangle, "I am Beldyn Pilofiro. You may call me Brother Beldyn, or Beldyn, or anything else you wish. After all, the god knows us all and will not lose track because of names." He looked at the group, expecting questions from them but there was a more immediate need. "You look as if you have seen to many battles. If any of you are injured, distressed, or otherwise afflicted, come forward and receive the blessing of the god." By this point, Beldyn's face nearly glowed and his surf blue eyes sparkled like stars at night.
"It's not a game of Final Fantasy where you can step outside the plot for a bit and train up your stats, it's a potentially apocalyptic final chapter in an epic drama." - Brass Tiger Captain