Askier stood in an alleyway, his red coat wrapping his body against the chill of the desert night. Â The Garlean was chewing a hunk of chocobo jerky and pondering his Drumstick tasted this good when he heard the voice and turned.Â
A hooded and robed figure stood there. A scarf was wrapped around the lower face and the eyes were covered in goggles. Â Askier snorted as swallowed his food before speaking.
"Cute theatrics." Askier snorted.
"A person in my position can't be seen meeting you."
"Yeah, whatever." Askier replied dismisivly. Â "You have what I asked for?"
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't." the figure said reaching into his robe and pulling out a metal cylinder. The figure twisted the top and slid it aside just far enough for Askier to see onside as he stepped forward. The Garlean's face twitched before he smiled , his fangs glinting in the dull glow that spilled from the tube.
 Cerelium.
Askier reached into his coat and pulled out a bag and held it to the figure. Â The two traded items at the same time. Askier shut the large container as he placed it on the ground.Â
Meanwhile, the figure opened the bag and reached in pulling  out a . . .
"Lug nuts?!" The figure exclaimed but Askier lunged forward, his metal hand seizing the figure' face as his right hand pulled out a knife and plunged it into the figure's chest. The blade dug in deep, and drew a stream of blood. Askier withdrew the blade and Began frantically stabbing as he spoke, a wild look in his eyes.
"Silence lose tongues. Fun lesson I've learned."
Askier then plunged the dagger into the figure's heart and kicked the body away as it twitched in its death throws. Askier looked down at the dead figure and shivered from excitement as he felt the warm blood dripping off his hand. Â
After a moment of silence, the Garlean retrieved the canisiter of cerelium. Askier then stepped over the pooling blood filling the alley and slowly made his way through the back streets of Ul'dah.
A hooded and robed figure stood there. A scarf was wrapped around the lower face and the eyes were covered in goggles. Â Askier snorted as swallowed his food before speaking.
"Cute theatrics." Askier snorted.
"A person in my position can't be seen meeting you."
"Yeah, whatever." Askier replied dismisivly. Â "You have what I asked for?"
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't." the figure said reaching into his robe and pulling out a metal cylinder. The figure twisted the top and slid it aside just far enough for Askier to see onside as he stepped forward. The Garlean's face twitched before he smiled , his fangs glinting in the dull glow that spilled from the tube.
 Cerelium.
Askier reached into his coat and pulled out a bag and held it to the figure. Â The two traded items at the same time. Askier shut the large container as he placed it on the ground.Â
Meanwhile, the figure opened the bag and reached in pulling  out a . . .
"Lug nuts?!" The figure exclaimed but Askier lunged forward, his metal hand seizing the figure' face as his right hand pulled out a knife and plunged it into the figure's chest. The blade dug in deep, and drew a stream of blood. Askier withdrew the blade and Began frantically stabbing as he spoke, a wild look in his eyes.
"Silence lose tongues. Fun lesson I've learned."
Askier then plunged the dagger into the figure's heart and kicked the body away as it twitched in its death throws. Askier looked down at the dead figure and shivered from excitement as he felt the warm blood dripping off his hand. Â
After a moment of silence, the Garlean retrieved the canisiter of cerelium. Askier then stepped over the pooling blood filling the alley and slowly made his way through the back streets of Ul'dah.
