The Roegadyn adjusted his red overcoat and puffed his chest out slightly. "Aye, tha' ladies can' seem t' keep 'emselves off me!" He leaned forward on the table, causing it to creak heavily under his weight. Bearing his massive, toothy grin, he winked at Genevieve. "I mus' 'ave this lass in a tizzy wit' me ruggedly handsome looks an' charm."
The Dunesfolk seemed to almost completely tune out the women, instead choosing to fluff out a newspaper in front of himself while continuing to address Isaac. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before. Lambs of Dalamud, Voidsent, et cetera." He flipped through a few of the pages, mumbling something under his breath.
Endemerrin glanced over to the newspaper for a moment before shooting Isaac yet another grin. "We had a few run ins with the Lambs of Dalamud about five years back, and they were never really anything to be incredibly worried about. Just crazed cultists, really. There's probably nothing too serious going on down there, but we'll be checking anyways just to be on the safe side. We intend to work with our client for a few other jobs, and having some drooling fanatics do away with them would be bad for business, you know?
The Dunesfolk seemed to almost completely tune out the women, instead choosing to fluff out a newspaper in front of himself while continuing to address Isaac. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before. Lambs of Dalamud, Voidsent, et cetera." He flipped through a few of the pages, mumbling something under his breath.
Endemerrin glanced over to the newspaper for a moment before shooting Isaac yet another grin. "We had a few run ins with the Lambs of Dalamud about five years back, and they were never really anything to be incredibly worried about. Just crazed cultists, really. There's probably nothing too serious going on down there, but we'll be checking anyways just to be on the safe side. We intend to work with our client for a few other jobs, and having some drooling fanatics do away with them would be bad for business, you know?