It seemed as if every other day, the house was being remodelled or a new person was moving in. Franz had left early in the morning to go fishing, and later, get some fresh groceries. On those days he didn't have any plans, he was already doomed to what he called the 'boring vacation'. Not having proof that he was legally in Eorzea, he had assumed the Adventurer's Guild was closed off to himself, and few people in Ul'dah could maintain their jobs, let alone find new ones. The gil wasn't even an issue. He just wanted something, anything to pass the time. Not every day could be spent at the Quicksand chatting away.Â
As he returned to the home, he could smell the burning scent of melted metal, coming from the basement. What in the hells were they thinking?! There was already too much furniture in the room as it was. And the floor! That room had a /wooden/Â floor!Â
Franz nearly leaped down the stairs, his large voice billowing out. "What in the seven hells is going on here?! A forge could burn this place down. Not to mention the inadequate ventilation!"
He hadn't even noticed there was company.
As he returned to the home, he could smell the burning scent of melted metal, coming from the basement. What in the hells were they thinking?! There was already too much furniture in the room as it was. And the floor! That room had a /wooden/Â floor!Â
Franz nearly leaped down the stairs, his large voice billowing out. "What in the seven hells is going on here?! A forge could burn this place down. Not to mention the inadequate ventilation!"
He hadn't even noticed there was company.
