After much wailing and what felt like an eternity, the Hyur man slowly emerges from the privy, bucket still on, though now with a giant hole poked into it with some sort of pointed object, just large enough to reveal his eyes so he can see. Exhausted, and with a butterfly-shaped perfume bottle in hand, he begins spraying its contents all over the tiny room before returning it to its little place-holder on his belt. He begins staggering over to the counter where he left the flyer he accidentally ripped off a wall on the streets somewhere, all the while whining about a Lallafel Alchemist he encountered earlier.
"Cures' any and all ailments, he says, Guarunteed to work immediately after consumption, he says. Next time I see that little bastard I'm going to pull on his goatee until it comes off his chin..."
The man pulls the paper off the counter and leaves a few gil for the barkeep before slumping over on a table near the privy, just in case, all the while startling an Elezen and Roegadyn who were already seated at that table. Wanting a little space, the Hyur lifts the bucket an inch or three, enough to reveal a good portion of his face (which was dotted with enough multicolored sores to form a new constellation), to the other two.
"Excuse me,"The man begins, all the while bobbling his head from side to side, "I seem to have contracted the Plague, and-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the other two flew off thier chairs and bolted out the tavern.
Satisfied, he glances over the flyer in his hands, going over the contents, when at that moment he overheard someone talking about the very thing he came looking for: The Silver Anvil. The man turns around and sees two other Hyurs' (one of them a colossal of a man whose physical build made most other Hyur males look like wimps in comparison, probably a Highlander) along with a Lallafel, standing next to a table on the far end of the room near the entrance of the Tavern. Excited, he jumps off his chair, knocking over a waitress who was bringing him a glass of water. "Women Please, I know I'm sexy, but not now!" The Hyur leaves a couple of gils in the waitresses hands and dashes off to a little corner near the previously mentioned-group and hides himself under a table where he can observe their conversation.
"I am Incognito!" the man chuckled at his self-supposed ingenious, in which he then diverged all his attention towards the group in front of him, all the while saying to himself, "Man I look stupid."
-A bar patron walks by-
"Man he looks stupid."
"Cures' any and all ailments, he says, Guarunteed to work immediately after consumption, he says. Next time I see that little bastard I'm going to pull on his goatee until it comes off his chin..."
The man pulls the paper off the counter and leaves a few gil for the barkeep before slumping over on a table near the privy, just in case, all the while startling an Elezen and Roegadyn who were already seated at that table. Wanting a little space, the Hyur lifts the bucket an inch or three, enough to reveal a good portion of his face (which was dotted with enough multicolored sores to form a new constellation), to the other two.
"Excuse me,"The man begins, all the while bobbling his head from side to side, "I seem to have contracted the Plague, and-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the other two flew off thier chairs and bolted out the tavern.
Satisfied, he glances over the flyer in his hands, going over the contents, when at that moment he overheard someone talking about the very thing he came looking for: The Silver Anvil. The man turns around and sees two other Hyurs' (one of them a colossal of a man whose physical build made most other Hyur males look like wimps in comparison, probably a Highlander) along with a Lallafel, standing next to a table on the far end of the room near the entrance of the Tavern. Excited, he jumps off his chair, knocking over a waitress who was bringing him a glass of water. "Women Please, I know I'm sexy, but not now!" The Hyur leaves a couple of gils in the waitresses hands and dashes off to a little corner near the previously mentioned-group and hides himself under a table where he can observe their conversation.
"I am Incognito!" the man chuckled at his self-supposed ingenious, in which he then diverged all his attention towards the group in front of him, all the while saying to himself, "Man I look stupid."
-A bar patron walks by-
"Man he looks stupid."
Laugh more, Cry less. It's not like us mortals live Forever.