The muted crack of distant gunfire snaps Cenric from his thoughts, and it's this which alerts him to something he would have otherwise missed: the pair of eyes watching him, belonging to a lanky elezen. Gunfire was not an uncommon sound in Limsa: the Jacks could often be heard practicing their aim - on targets or rowdy pirates. Never anything to pay mind to. Ordinarily, the man would not have raised suspicion. He looked like just another lowborn, pale and awkward, too slim to be in proportion. Certainly nobody to worry about.
But with the way Cenric's nerves are wound and twisted, he feels his skin prickle and heart speed up. He's sure he's a got a tail. The question is; who's he working for?
Rather than making eye contact and breaking the illusion of obliviousness, he waits for a group of peddlers to break the man's line of sight before slipping from the bench and into the throng of people. If there was one thing Cenric was good at it was blending in with a crowd. He swaps out his linkpearl with the one in his pocket, his finger reaching up to press it.
"Skit? Think I've got a tail. Ain't got time t'wait 'round. Find this client. Now. I'll come t'ye."
Everything feels so... convenient. Abiga's sudden return, the arrival of his client - who came from Ul'dah, no less - and now, his possible tail. He feels like there's something going on, something that everyone knows about but him. And that, that makes him uncomfortable.
Nophica's flamin' knickers.. Has he stepped in something more complicated than he wanted to? Can he make a clean exit, stay clear of the fallout? Somehow, he doesn't think so.
Suddenly, Cenric has a very bad feeling.
But with the way Cenric's nerves are wound and twisted, he feels his skin prickle and heart speed up. He's sure he's a got a tail. The question is; who's he working for?
Rather than making eye contact and breaking the illusion of obliviousness, he waits for a group of peddlers to break the man's line of sight before slipping from the bench and into the throng of people. If there was one thing Cenric was good at it was blending in with a crowd. He swaps out his linkpearl with the one in his pocket, his finger reaching up to press it.
"Skit? Think I've got a tail. Ain't got time t'wait 'round. Find this client. Now. I'll come t'ye."
Everything feels so... convenient. Abiga's sudden return, the arrival of his client - who came from Ul'dah, no less - and now, his possible tail. He feels like there's something going on, something that everyone knows about but him. And that, that makes him uncomfortable.
Nophica's flamin' knickers.. Has he stepped in something more complicated than he wanted to? Can he make a clean exit, stay clear of the fallout? Somehow, he doesn't think so.
Suddenly, Cenric has a very bad feeling.
