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The fashionably clad Garlean in all green attire would stumble upon this flyer close to where he awoke. He would glance around with shifty eyes quickly to make sure no one was around then pull the fly down. Although he wouldn't doubt there were probably more. Escaping into the shadows he would read over the flyer.

"Oooh! I made the news! Suspicious man in green... Hmm... Primitive being, it is not any ordinary green."

He would look further down and suddenly his face would contort in pain

"SAGE GREEN?! This is not SAGE GREEN. A mighty fine color. But this is a color far more majestic than SAGE GREEN! Stupid primitive kitty girl. This is the finest. Most wonderful. Nophica green..."

He would shake his head fuming. Finally he would put a hand to his green mask and regain his composure.

"I don't even need the rest of this."

The green man would pull out a pen then write NOPHICA infront of the first green and cross of the sage in the second green. Also putting NOPHICA above it. He would then scan the area for any passer bys before going up and quickly reattaching the poster to the wall. He would stand and admire it for a moment.

"There now at least SOMETHING is right in this silly continent."

The fashionably garbed green man would then scurry off

A Garlean man about the Shroud? Not just some defector to the Empire?

Just leave this case to the Adders, Titor, this is their job.

....but think of the information he might have....

No no, leave it to the Adders.

....Ok maybe if I /happen/ to stumble across him. Maybe.






...I am going to find him.

Y'lani eyed the wanted poster with a grimace. Her tail bristled at the stench of the Garlean, stuck to the parchment like a frog on a windowpane. The Garlean in green, her attacker, had been right at that pillar in Gridania and nobody had been the wiser. She pried at her satchel, throwing in what mattered most to her; her fang earrings, maps, gil and writing utensils all made their way into the makeshift pouch.

"Stupid," she scolded herself, gently knocking her head against the support. "Stupid for trusting guard. Can't remember scent. No... can't do thing about scent. Too hard to track."

It was then that the pugilist swung the satchel over her shoulder with her free hand, the other bound by a cast from her spontaneous fall the day before. She spat on the ground, intending to leave behind her own scent, before setting foot for Thanalan. Far away from this mess.

"Back later."

Eresh glances up from her notes, eyes scanning the current postings before doing a double take upon a particularly odd one. Squinting her eyes, she reads it over twice, noting the two crossed out sections. 

"Someone must really like nophica green..." She mutters to herself before laughing out loud, the imagine of a disgruntled tailor or fashionista flashing across her vision. She makes a few notes from the flyer to tell her group before walking off, still chuckling under her breath at the images.

"Nophica... How to explain nophica green to Sano...."

Lili's brow rose over the article before she let out a sigh. "I thought we didn't have to deal with this as much once we got away from the desert..." Crime. Wanted posters. It was a shame that such things could still reach them in Gridania, though the logical side of her knew they weren't exempt. Tossing the paper aside, she rolled her shoulders and popped her back.

Another day...and more paperwork. The man in green didn't concern her.

An otherwise unnotable man when not in his armor--such to the point that he wouldn't even be recognized on the street as the bounty hunter in magitek armor--Garon's eye was drawn, as it always was, by the mark of a wanted poster on the boards in Gridania, and he paused to scrutinize the leaflet.

It being Gridania, of course, there was no mention of reward for this Garlean's capture, presuming there was one at all. The Gridanians and their "Elementals' law" were oftentimes vague and contradictory as to whether a hunter would be paid for the hard work he put in to bring in an acquisition.

"Lot of Garleans suddenly causing trouble..." Garon murmured to himself, producing a sheaf of parchment from a pocket and a pencil to take down the details of the wanted mark in order to discuss payment with the Adders.

If the pay was good, and it didn't interfere with the contract he was already pursuing, then he might give it his attention.

A finely-written letter had been posted to the Serpent's hall.


Suspect has been apprehended from Ul'dah. He is currently detained by the Immortal Flames for questioning due to suspicious activities around Ul'dah and Thanalan. Current holding location is confidential.

- First Flame Commander Titor Jaraba