The hooded figure met the flyer with an involuntarily ambiguous response, careful eyes peering through the vents to meet the image and accompanying text.
"I know this woman, her appearance is unmistakable... Consider this accounted for, she will be seized upon contact. Walk in peace, stranger."
He waved off the Elezen, the grey Hyena turning on a heel back into the Quicksand where he last saw the woman depicted on the poster, a hand fixed on a blade, itching for some action. He marched on, the impending closure of a man desperate for profits heralded by the clatter of spurs upon his boots.
Despite the sudden and unexpected approach of the Elezen woman, Alex greeted the encounter with a level of indifference quite typical of the hyur. It was far from unusual to be approached in the streets like this and nothing really separated this particular instance from any other, even considering the woman's particular adamance about the issue. A short glance was shared between both the him and the woman as she insistently pushed into his personal space - leaving him little room to do anything but acknowledge her presence - before a skeptical hand would then reach up to accept the creased sheet she was offering with an apparent hesitance.
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Glancing over it's contents, it became immediately clear to the mercenary just what kind of deal this was, the bounty's reward in particular bringing him daringly close to rolling his eyes.
With a sigh, the paper was carelessly crumpled into a misshapen ball beneath the weight of his fingers and conveniently plopped into an abandoned tumbler sitting atop a wall nearby. Whoever was foolish enough to buy into such an arrangement probably deserved whatever may happen to them.
An update to the incident has arrived from the Immortal Flames
"Arala Makeo has been working with the flames for a long time much like her father. The accusation of these wanted posters are fibs with no name backing the claims of Murder. We urge all citizens everywhere to dismiss these claims as fabricated lies to stir further conflict in Ul'dah. That said. The charges of being a spy are questionable."
"We urge everyone to watch what they say around the Paladin until we have further proof of her legality in this city!"
"Finally, we would like help in knowing of the strange Elezen woman who made these flyers. Any and all information should be given to the Immortal Flames immediately."
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It seems like the wanted posters were nothing but propaganda...but why? Surely there is more to this mystery than what is taken at face value...
Vincent looks down at the wanted flyer he picked up off the road and looked back up at the update from the Immortal Flames.Â
"Hmph, knew something had to be going on. Ten million gil sounds too good to be true. Though I guess there might be money to be had for information on this..." his eyes fix on two words "Elezen woman."Â
He neatly folds the wanted poster on his hand into a nice little square and slips it into his pocket. Propaganda or not, it could come in handy with his investigation. As he walked away from the Flames poster on the wall he began thinking of where to begin his search.Â
"That Miqot'e in the poster, I could start looking for her. She's the only lead as of now besides going to Coerthas and snooping around Ishgard" Vincent stops on the side of a busy Uldah street and looks up at the sky with a slight smirk. "Guess I could head there. The soft falling snow might be a nice change of scenery."
Steel turned the flyer over, holding her pack chocobo at bay as the hooded figure slinked about its business like a wraith. The further she read, the higher her eyebrow raised.
This doesn't feel right. Everything about this stinks of...
Steel tugged lightly at the bird's reigns as she walked it forward out of the gates of the city. As she did, she slipped on her helmet--a deep, purple, horned visage with a mouthless expression and piercing, milky-white eyes.
Her mind was made up. She was literally built to combat corruption, whether pious or common criminal. She would make way to Coerthas. She would keep eyes open for a potential capture and exchange.
And she would intervene like a crashing wave.
"why always alive?! No fun." cail would ask the hooded figure
Rihxo eyed the flyer curiously for a moment, and as she read, her eye narrowed.
A Garlean spy? An offer of ten million gil to get her alive? I've got to tell Nagi about this!
She tucked the flyer in her bag and hurried off to find her Lalafell friend.
*Lazily taking the flyer, the Hyur squints her eyes trying to make out the words, but grows tired after reading the first word. Tossing it over her shoulder she turns to the Elezen*
"No thank you Pointy Ears, the last time I accepted a flyer I ended up joining a cult dedicated to the worship of Mammet #003L. Besides, I have things to do like sleeping, yelling at strangers over my Linkshell, and not bathing. As my great Gram Gram used to say, 'A day without oysters is a day without clams' or something like that."
*With a small nod she would turn to leave only to be hit in the face by the flyer! The wind proving to be her greatest nemesis! Blinded, the Hyur trips over her own two feet and rolls down the steps straight into the aetheryte teleporting to parts unknown! God speed Alicia! God speed...*