The stairs seemed longer than they used to be.
Daniwyda Merlfalkwyn was acutely aware of the two kinds of adventurer roaming the land, just as she knew without doubt upon which side of the divide she stood. She had, by her own assumption, lost the hungry glint behind her eyes some twelve years before.
These days she preferred simple equipment, setting her weathered eye upon practicality above all else. The plain coat of chain mail could have easily heralded a mercenary or guard from any city state, while the old grey bag slung over her shoulder was likewise unmarked and unadorned. Only the solid great ax, hanging low across her back, remained to speak for the older adventurer's Lominsian origins.
In her youth, Daniwyda had been considered a fair, fine featured Sea Wolf, but years of hard exposure had left little untouched by their work. The sea green of her face was rough like leather, pitted with waxy burn scars, and scored by a early collection of wrinkles. They told a story of their own, tracing a somber expression on a face unaccustomed to displays of emotion.
She was simply another worn adventurer, moving on from the quiet hum of the twelveswood. Yet rather than striking purposefully towards the ticket master, like her fellows had before her, Daniwyda crossed the landing at a leisurely pace. Skirting the ticket booth she approached the open railing, with an oddly stiff and hesitant gait for someone bedecked in combat armour. Gingerly resting her weight against the convenient rail, Daniwyda permitted herself a low sigh, before glancing down to the young miquo'te at her side. For a brief moment, the adventurer allowed her steel grey eyes to linger upon the stranger's stark white hair and pale face. To the Roegadyn's untrained eye she appeared to be just another of the many young Keepers, leaving their home in the shroud to seek fame and fortune.
For a moment Dani was envious. She stood two steps, and a handful of gil away from a flight to Limsa Lominsia, well aware that she lacked the courage to proceed. With the temerity of youth far behind her, Dani found her eyes wandering to the steps that had brought her this far.
"Don't know what ye be thinking." She answered in a soft La'Noscean lilt " But I be thinking those stairs grow longer each time one follows them down."
Daniwyda Merlfalkwyn was acutely aware of the two kinds of adventurer roaming the land, just as she knew without doubt upon which side of the divide she stood. She had, by her own assumption, lost the hungry glint behind her eyes some twelve years before.
These days she preferred simple equipment, setting her weathered eye upon practicality above all else. The plain coat of chain mail could have easily heralded a mercenary or guard from any city state, while the old grey bag slung over her shoulder was likewise unmarked and unadorned. Only the solid great ax, hanging low across her back, remained to speak for the older adventurer's Lominsian origins.
In her youth, Daniwyda had been considered a fair, fine featured Sea Wolf, but years of hard exposure had left little untouched by their work. The sea green of her face was rough like leather, pitted with waxy burn scars, and scored by a early collection of wrinkles. They told a story of their own, tracing a somber expression on a face unaccustomed to displays of emotion.
She was simply another worn adventurer, moving on from the quiet hum of the twelveswood. Yet rather than striking purposefully towards the ticket master, like her fellows had before her, Daniwyda crossed the landing at a leisurely pace. Skirting the ticket booth she approached the open railing, with an oddly stiff and hesitant gait for someone bedecked in combat armour. Gingerly resting her weight against the convenient rail, Daniwyda permitted herself a low sigh, before glancing down to the young miquo'te at her side. For a brief moment, the adventurer allowed her steel grey eyes to linger upon the stranger's stark white hair and pale face. To the Roegadyn's untrained eye she appeared to be just another of the many young Keepers, leaving their home in the shroud to seek fame and fortune.
For a moment Dani was envious. She stood two steps, and a handful of gil away from a flight to Limsa Lominsia, well aware that she lacked the courage to proceed. With the temerity of youth far behind her, Dani found her eyes wandering to the steps that had brought her this far.
"Don't know what ye be thinking." She answered in a soft La'Noscean lilt " But I be thinking those stairs grow longer each time one follows them down."