Ul'Dah was a wretched and unlikeable place for the traveler. Born in the Noscea region, close to Limsa Lominsa, he was far more used to the cooler and more temperate weather. Gridania had proven itself to be a place of fair weather as well, even with the overabundance of nature that seemed to tread on him everywhere he walked.
Yet, the storms of Limsa Lominsa and smell of Gridania could not match Ul'Dah's atrocious heatwave and the pangs of brown sand that stretched for miles. What was worse was the kind of people he ran in to; first a snotty noblewoman that seemed to jeer at him for being part of the common plebs, then when he walked on the outer parts of the city, he was besieged by beggars who wanted to sell him odd trinkets and the like.
So it was with a somewhat curt mood that Ryan Aphelion sat in a table at the Quicksand along with two other adventurers there. The seated three had been planning a job of guarding a caravan of sorts, and all seemed to go well until the young man revealed that he was a newcomer to the city. Not wishing to take with them a green adventurer who did not know the ways around the region, they snorted and wave him off before leaving.
And they paid no attention to Miqo'te that had seated herself on the table a few seconds past. The young man in brown cloak, his head hidden by his hood, eyed the adventurers as they left then gazed back at the Miqo'te who sat. His dark brown eyes, rounded nose, parts of his dark black hair, and stubbled mouth could at least be seen.
"Hello," he replied in a casual manner before taking a sip of his blackberry ale. "May I suppose that you are looking for work as well? I am rather running short on gil, and need to fill in a job soon..."
At the moment, pastries were brought by a serving girl who pointed out the person that had served the Miqo'te. Ryan took a glance at the stranger, looked back at the Miqo'te, and made a shrug. It seemed there were some good people here after all...
(OOC: Eep... Looks like terrible timing on my part. Carry on without my character if it becomes too much of a hassle!)
Yet, the storms of Limsa Lominsa and smell of Gridania could not match Ul'Dah's atrocious heatwave and the pangs of brown sand that stretched for miles. What was worse was the kind of people he ran in to; first a snotty noblewoman that seemed to jeer at him for being part of the common plebs, then when he walked on the outer parts of the city, he was besieged by beggars who wanted to sell him odd trinkets and the like.
So it was with a somewhat curt mood that Ryan Aphelion sat in a table at the Quicksand along with two other adventurers there. The seated three had been planning a job of guarding a caravan of sorts, and all seemed to go well until the young man revealed that he was a newcomer to the city. Not wishing to take with them a green adventurer who did not know the ways around the region, they snorted and wave him off before leaving.
And they paid no attention to Miqo'te that had seated herself on the table a few seconds past. The young man in brown cloak, his head hidden by his hood, eyed the adventurers as they left then gazed back at the Miqo'te who sat. His dark brown eyes, rounded nose, parts of his dark black hair, and stubbled mouth could at least be seen.
"Hello," he replied in a casual manner before taking a sip of his blackberry ale. "May I suppose that you are looking for work as well? I am rather running short on gil, and need to fill in a job soon..."
At the moment, pastries were brought by a serving girl who pointed out the person that had served the Miqo'te. Ryan took a glance at the stranger, looked back at the Miqo'te, and made a shrug. It seemed there were some good people here after all...
(OOC: Eep... Looks like terrible timing on my part. Carry on without my character if it becomes too much of a hassle!)