She trolled out of the little bar at the Fallsgourd Float inn, wiping her hands on the material of her kecks as she glanced to one side and then the other. It was cool, the end of summer evident by the crispness of the air that came with the slow turning of the leaves. The Shroud, as usual, would always remain lush but that didn't mean the chill couldn't settle.
"OI!"
She glanced over her shoulder at the Highlanders, two males, and rowdy just by the look of them. Their mouths only helped solidify that fact. One of them wore an outfit consisting of dark greens and blues while the other had flaming red hair pulled back in a tight knot.
"My mate 'ere asked yeh fer a drin'! Yeh ain' gon' leave 'im 'anging is ya?"
"I already declined, thank you," she murmured, not turning around to fully face them. She really didn't want to deal with this tonight. She had simply wanted to enjoy a drink away from the normal crowds of the Goblet or Ul'dah. She wanted to get away from the heat and the sand and go somewhere where she could get a small degree of silence...
The one who spoke, the redhead, sauntered over towards him. "Bu' he asked yeh so nicely! Sure yeh willin' teh reject such ah gentlemen?" To further confirm Lili's earlier suspicions, he hiccuped. She was dealing with two overgrown drunkards.
"I said (and I'll repeat myself in case the alcohol addled your brain)...no." The look she gave didn't phase the rowdy redhead, but the one in green and blue gave an agitated grunt and started stalking inside. "Let it lay!" He barked. "Ah'm no' gonna force someone to drin' wit' meh."
The red head looked like he wanted to press the issue for the sake of entertainment, but begrudgingly followed his buddy while Lili moved onward into the night.
As the two went to sit back down, the red head questioned his companion why he didn't press the issue further. Waiting until after he ordered his drink, the other male responded with a grumble, "Ah've seen 'er 'round before."
"Oh?"
"Aye. Ghislan's widow. Remember 'im? Big, strappin' bastard. Built like ah brick shi'house bu' wit' ah more study foundation!"
The redhead whistled lowly under his breath, glancing back to the entrance where Lili was long gone. "He was popular wit' the lasses wasn' 'e?"
"Aye. Got more'n 'is share o' bastards runnin' about from 'ere to Mor Dhona."
Both men grew quiet, sipping at their ales in thoughtful silence.
"Damn shame. Tis ah damn shame."
"OI!"
She glanced over her shoulder at the Highlanders, two males, and rowdy just by the look of them. Their mouths only helped solidify that fact. One of them wore an outfit consisting of dark greens and blues while the other had flaming red hair pulled back in a tight knot.
"My mate 'ere asked yeh fer a drin'! Yeh ain' gon' leave 'im 'anging is ya?"
"I already declined, thank you," she murmured, not turning around to fully face them. She really didn't want to deal with this tonight. She had simply wanted to enjoy a drink away from the normal crowds of the Goblet or Ul'dah. She wanted to get away from the heat and the sand and go somewhere where she could get a small degree of silence...
The one who spoke, the redhead, sauntered over towards him. "Bu' he asked yeh so nicely! Sure yeh willin' teh reject such ah gentlemen?" To further confirm Lili's earlier suspicions, he hiccuped. She was dealing with two overgrown drunkards.
"I said (and I'll repeat myself in case the alcohol addled your brain)...no." The look she gave didn't phase the rowdy redhead, but the one in green and blue gave an agitated grunt and started stalking inside. "Let it lay!" He barked. "Ah'm no' gonna force someone to drin' wit' meh."
The red head looked like he wanted to press the issue for the sake of entertainment, but begrudgingly followed his buddy while Lili moved onward into the night.
As the two went to sit back down, the red head questioned his companion why he didn't press the issue further. Waiting until after he ordered his drink, the other male responded with a grumble, "Ah've seen 'er 'round before."
"Oh?"
"Aye. Ghislan's widow. Remember 'im? Big, strappin' bastard. Built like ah brick shi'house bu' wit' ah more study foundation!"
The redhead whistled lowly under his breath, glancing back to the entrance where Lili was long gone. "He was popular wit' the lasses wasn' 'e?"
"Aye. Got more'n 'is share o' bastards runnin' about from 'ere to Mor Dhona."
Both men grew quiet, sipping at their ales in thoughtful silence.
"Damn shame. Tis ah damn shame."
