Ramza Beoulve

[There may have been a few blasts of a few seconds of broadcasting before this one, but that was just Ramza being taught how to use this.

By. Trying and reading the manual, and trying what it said. He thinks he gets the video now... don't mind his sort-of perplexed face filling the screen, before he pulls back. He's heard a few things already, but he's still thinking of it. When he does see it's working, though, he looks a little relieved - before putting on his most serious face.]
A 'trainer', they call me... [What it seemed to call him on this thing. A keeper of these monsters?] It almost seems I have become an Orator, given a monster and told to travel these paths for such a strange purpose.
But, I have questions that this booklet could not answer. Is there anybody else here from the land of Ivalice? [Or who've heard of his family... it all depends on the answer to this, to what he'll choose for himself. What he'll do with himself.] Or, if that is not the case, is there a weaponsmith in any settlement nearby? I seem to have lost my sword, when I awoke. [His protection against these creatures. A slight pause.]
My name is Ramza. If you have information, I shall listen.
[And, off it goes - Ramza turning back to his new companion, his... Stunfisk. If this is what he were given, this is what he shall learn to use.
Even if... it seems odd, like nothing he'd seen before.

A few moments later, however, he does click it back on - another thought came to him.]
Where is the closest church? [He wants to pay tribute to those two...] Or, if there is no church nearby, is there a graveyard of some sort?
[Okay, now it ends, Ramza getting ready for replies. They should come though as other bits of video, correct...? This is quite strange, having this sort of device.]