
It had been months since Bolvi had touched foot in Limsa. He hated the humidity, the gulls, the accent. He had history here, history he would have rather left in the past. Here he was though, walking these streets, and here was his past again, catching up to him.
((Sorry for not posting in the last few days, just worked 2 20hr shifts))
((Sorry for not posting in the last few days, just worked 2 20hr shifts))