
Not quite a sequel, but definitely another part.
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Franz missed the climate of his home every day right around midday. The reason for it was obvious, and it was the damnable sun that seemed to press its face down into the sands of Thanalan. Not even the many, many shaded walk-and-alleyways of Ul'dah did much to help diffuse the dry heat that settled in. At least the air wasn't stale.
He'd only been trying to go from point A to point B; Point A was the house where the crazy woman and her mate lived, and point B was the best place to get cool drinks and a good meal at midday. Franz didn't want to deviate from the script too much. Dumb things happened when plans were derailed, and he wasn't in the mood for excitement. Too many mornings spent waking to cannonfire on account of the word.
He tried to convince himself that he didn't hear the cry. Lunch was juuuuust a couple hundred yalms away but the second one, this one much clearer and definitely of a woman on the verge of tears, drew his attention. The alleyway ahead of him had a split that ran off to the left and the voice was clearly coming from there. He still thought he was going to ignore it until he heard the man.
"C'mon, ya dumb bitch! Don't think I won't cut ya! Now let's have a peek!"
Franz tried to rationalize it. Probably someone getting what they deserved. Back alleyway? Idiot-sounding male? Probably some dumb tail who bit off more than she could chew and was paying for being a tease. Franz repeated it to himself as he was about to pass the mouth of the alley. He almost believed it, too, but then he heard the wet sound of meat-on-meat and a soft scuffle. He knew she'd been hit before she could cry out. Franz mumbled to himself before reaching for his axe and turning the corner.
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The waitress set down a steaming plate of food. Odd choice for the day's weather, but then again it was always hot in Ul'dah. She shrugged and started to turn away, but something on the man's shirt garnered her attention.
"Is... that blood?" If bubblegum existed she would have popped a bubble.
"Oh. Probably. Not mine, though." The grim man gave her a trying smile, wishing she would just bugger off and leave him to his meal.
Franz missed the climate of his home every day right around midday. The reason for it was obvious, and it was the damnable sun that seemed to press its face down into the sands of Thanalan. Not even the many, many shaded walk-and-alleyways of Ul'dah did much to help diffuse the dry heat that settled in. At least the air wasn't stale.
He'd only been trying to go from point A to point B; Point A was the house where the crazy woman and her mate lived, and point B was the best place to get cool drinks and a good meal at midday. Franz didn't want to deviate from the script too much. Dumb things happened when plans were derailed, and he wasn't in the mood for excitement. Too many mornings spent waking to cannonfire on account of the word.
He tried to convince himself that he didn't hear the cry. Lunch was juuuuust a couple hundred yalms away but the second one, this one much clearer and definitely of a woman on the verge of tears, drew his attention. The alleyway ahead of him had a split that ran off to the left and the voice was clearly coming from there. He still thought he was going to ignore it until he heard the man.
"C'mon, ya dumb bitch! Don't think I won't cut ya! Now let's have a peek!"
Franz tried to rationalize it. Probably someone getting what they deserved. Back alleyway? Idiot-sounding male? Probably some dumb tail who bit off more than she could chew and was paying for being a tease. Franz repeated it to himself as he was about to pass the mouth of the alley. He almost believed it, too, but then he heard the wet sound of meat-on-meat and a soft scuffle. He knew she'd been hit before she could cry out. Franz mumbled to himself before reaching for his axe and turning the corner.
**
The waitress set down a steaming plate of food. Odd choice for the day's weather, but then again it was always hot in Ul'dah. She shrugged and started to turn away, but something on the man's shirt garnered her attention.
"Is... that blood?" If bubblegum existed she would have popped a bubble.
"Oh. Probably. Not mine, though." The grim man gave her a trying smile, wishing she would just bugger off and leave him to his meal.