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Viral Light twitches her ears.
Viral Light: "Ms. Crofte?"
Otto Vann: "Lady Crofte, a pleasure as always"
Coatleque Crofte smiles at Otto Vann.
Viral Light goes back to watching Coatleque Crofte.
Coatleque Crofte: "And you as well, Master Vann."
Viral Light makes a few notes in her grimoire.
Otto Vann: "How did you enjoy the ceremony overall? Â Find solace in anything?"
Cortana Affranto moves past Crofte
Coatleque Crofte nods to Otto. Â "Of course. Â It was all a fitting tribute. Â And I took a few moments to meditate after the ceremony."
Otto Vann: "You should teach me how to do that sometime perhaps"
Otto Vann: "Lady Edda was mentioning I should try it sometime. Â Are you much of a mentor in that regard?"
Coatleque Crofte: "Aye, if you wish. Â I should warn you, there is a lot of silence involved."
Otto Vann: "Oh, would that be a problem for a man like me you think?"
Coatleque Crofte laughs at Otto Vann.
Coatleque Crofte: "For a man who speaks his mind constantly to remain silent? Â Hmm... we shall see, shall we?"
Otto Vann stifles a single chuckle as he pulls down on his face and beard regarding Crofte "My I wasn't aware I had such a...reputation. Â I look forward to it though all the same"
Coatleque Crofte: "Oh, perhaps not a reputation. Â But I have come to know you more than some others through our chats."
Otto Vann: "I see, well I don't want to take more of your time tonight than I already have. Â Perhaps after this event we could speak if you have the time or 'endurance' perhaps?"
Otto Vann smiles slightly to Crofte "Have a good Coatleque"
Coatleque Crofte smiles at Otto Vann.
Coatleque Crofte: "And you have a good Vann too."
Otto Vann: "I always do, count on it"
Coatleque Crofte laughs at Otto Vann.
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L'aenoh Tia: "You should stop by the house more."
Coatleque Crofte: "Apologies? Â Me?"
L'aenoh Tia: "Yeah. You."
Coatleque Crofte: "Aye, perhaps I should. Â It would spare me from much troubles lately."
Coatleque Crofte: "Unfortunately my Oath limits the distance my legs may take me."
L'aenoh Tia: "Take a break."
Coatleque Crofte: "As so many others have told me to do."
L'aenoh Tia: "All the more reason to take one."
Coatleque Crofte thinks for a few moments, looking around the room while chewing her lip in anger.
L'aenoh Tia: "...something wrong? You've fallen silent."
Coatleque Crofte: "Aye, some things are not so easy to walk away from."
L'aenoh Tia: "Like what exactly?"
Coatleque Crofte: "Perhaps if I can sneak away from the Palace this week though..."
Coatleque Crofte: "Not in a literal sense, mind you."
L'aenoh Tia: "Mm. You sound like you need more than a sennight, but that's not really up to me to decide."
Coatleque Crofte sighs and nods.
Coatleque Crofte: "Forgive me, there are some things I must needs attend to still, after some... events, last eve. Â I give you my word I will do my best to come to the house for more than a few minutes."
L'aenoh Tia: "Well, whenever you do decide on taking some time off come see me or leave a note on my door an' we can speak properly then."
Coatleque Crofte nods in agreement.
L'aenoh Tia: "Don't let me keep you. I'll wait here and watch over the rest in your absence."
Coatleque Crofte: "Thank you, Master L'aenoh."
Coatleque Crofte bows courteously to L'aenoh Tia.
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Annunu Nunu stands, brushing dust from her dress until she's satisfied it's clean. Â "Oh my, I'll need to have this professionally seen to..."
Annunu Nunu approaches the altar. Â She steps up onto the dais, staring up thoughtfully at the image of Thal, but does not pray. Â Her eyes are brilliant in the light of the torches, glittering and expressionless, and it's impossible to discern her thoughts.
Annunu Nunu turns away, accidentally bumping Iron Sea's leg as she moves. Â "Oh, please excuse me!"
Annunu Nunu: Had you free time this eve, sir...?
Chuta Allfriend: "I reckon I do. Not a soul's bothered to talk to me this day besides you, so..."
Chuta Allfriend shrugs at Annunu Nunu.
Chuta Allfriend smiles at Annunu Nunu.
Annunu Nunu: May I offer you dinner?
Chuta Allfriend: "Dinner? Free of charge? Methinks I should thank the Trader for this course of events."
Annunu Nunu chuckles. Â "Shall I wait as you offer your thanks?"
Chuta Allfriend humbly throws himself before the lalafell. "Oh, my queen, I thank you for your offering and beseech further kindness."
Chuta Allfriend grovels shamelessly before Annunu Nunu.
Annunu Nunu beckons to Chuta Allfriend.
Crisiet Liautroix runs a gloves hand over his face, "... Aye. Right, fine."
T'ahl Tia beams at Crisiet. Beeeams. In that annoying, energetic way. "Annie is the tall one, and Eloise is the.. shorter-than-Annie one, and Cuddlechummy is the cutest one."
Annouille Andouillant stands up, stretching his stiff legs. He awkwardly waves at Crisiet. "Well met."
Crisiet Liautroix stares at the Tapir, all but ignoring Annouille in the process, "What the hells is that thing?"
T'ahl Tia scrambles up, holding the tiny tapir. "Cuddlechummy. She is not a thing. She is a person."
Eloise Sharp: Don't be scared, she's harmless.
T'ahl Tia: ..Well, sometimes she climbs onto my face when I sleep, and breathing gets difficult. So not completely harmless, but.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "Spirited, then."
Crisiet Liautroix tuts, "What is... -she-, then?"
T'ahl Tia nuzzles his nose against the tapir's. "She is a tapir. A very small one."
T'ahl Tia: She eats dreams, I think. And.. anything put in front of her.
T'ahl Tia: ..Sometimes things not in front of her, too. She just. Wanders off and eats things.
Annouille Andouillant: "Excuse me, I want to go speak with a friend for a little. I will be back shortly."
Eloise Sharp: Have fun.
Crisiet Liautroix stares at the Tapir some more, his expression one of moody skepticism.
Guillaume Rigolant raises his voice, "'Scuse, just gon' make some offerings." He barges his way past T'ahl, then against Annouille, brushing his hand over the fabric of his pant leg, dipping into a pocket.
Eloise Sharp checks her pockets. Nope, she's spared.
Eloise Sharp: Check your pockets, T'ahl..
T'ahl Tia holds her up so that Crisiet may see her better. She somehow has an extremely judging expression on her face. Even though she is a tapir.
T'ahl Tia blinks. "My pockets? This outfit does not have any pockets."
Crisiet Liautroix returns the Tapir's judgmental expression with one to match, "'Tis strange." He says in a blunt tone, straightening his posture with a frown.
Eloise Sharp: Good, you don't have to worry about pickpockets that way.
T'ahl Tia nods. "That is the idea. ..And Cuddlechummy is not strange! She is wonderful and perfect." She keeps staring at him. Judging.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "You have fun with Mister Tight Pants, I'm gonna pay my due."
Crisiet Liautroix glances down at the creature now and again, otherwise doing his damned best not to acknowledge the judgmental stare he's -sure- the thing is giving him.
T'ahl Tia: ..Are you having a staring contest with my tapir?
Crisiet Liautroix: No.
Crisiet Liautroix makes a straight face.
T'ahl Tia: Well. Good, I suppose. She always wins. ..She is making the face, isn't she?
Crisiet Liautroix fails to understand T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia sets the creature down and looks around. Cuddlechummy does not break the stare.
Eloise Sharp pets Cuddlechummy, smiling warmly.
Crisiet Liautroix: I cannot say much for Aero's tastes. He chose me, after all.
Crisiet Liautroix smiles at T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia nods. Cuddlechummy side-eyes Crisiet even as she gets pets. Or is that just her face? No one knows.
T'ahl Tia: Oh, you are not so bad.
Crisiet Liautroix side eyes the tapir back.
T'ahl Tia: You have never even tried to toss me off a cliff, after all!
Crisiet Liautroix tenses, smiling thinly, "Aye. There is, of course, a first time for everything."
T'ahl Tia nods, biting his lip. "..That is true. Is this the day, do you think?"
Crisiet Liautroix: Hmn. I should at the very least allow you to ask for safe passage to the afterlife first, no?
Crisiet Liautroix gestures to the statue ahead.
T'ahl Tia nods. "That is a very considerate of you."
T'ahl Tia swirls around to inspect the statue.
T'ahl Tia mumbles. "..In case he really does toss me off, please make sure I do not get lost on the way."
Eloise Sharp: T'ahl, I'm headed back to the bridge. You gonna be alright with Mister Tight Pants?
T'ahl Tia blinks. "..Tight pants?" He looks at Crisiet's pants. Well. "Ah-- I will be fine, there are no tall cliffs nearby, are there-- although there is a bridge--"
Eloise Sharp: I'll be at the bridge. If he tries anything, I'll just cleave his skull.
Eloise Sharp smiles.
T'ahl Tia nods, beaming. "Thank you. I do not think he will, though."
Crisiet Liautroix pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes half closed.
Eloise Sharp looks at Crisiet. "No offense."
Eloise Sharp: You ready to head back to the bridge, Annie?
T'ahl Tia looks to Annie. "..We should introduce him to Lucient."
Annouille Andouillant: Ah, I... I am not sure yet.
Crisiet Liautroix: Gods above. I am not going to throw him off a damned cliff.
Annouille Andouillant looks at T'ahl. He imagines the combined disapproval of Crisiet and Lucient, then cringes.
T'ahl Tia: See? I will be perfectly safe. And his lover likes me well enough that he would not really do it. ..And I think he is nicer than that, too.
Annouille Andouillant shakes his head slightly. "If you have business elsewhere, I do not wish to keep you occupied. Though I would not object to company."
T'ahl Tia looks at Crisiet, frowning. "..He probably could, though, if he wanted. I am sort of easy to lift."
Crisiet Liautroix rolls his eyes.
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Nah, I'm free till tomorrow. And maybe past then, depends on whether my client gets over his fear of saboteurs."
Crisiet Liautroix wafts a hand, "I am not even sure where such a notion came from in the first place. I am not in the habit of throwing others from cliffs, you know."
Eloise Sharp: You do act a lot like an Ishgardian, though.
T'ahl Tia tilts his head left side. "But you are from Ishgard, aren't you?"
T'ahl Tia: I was surprised to see you. I thought all Ishgardians were rather fixated on Halone. You are from Ishgard, aren't you?
Crisiet Liautroix speaks sharply, yet quietly, "No."
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Nah, I'm free till tomorrow. And maybe past then, depends on whether my client gets over his fear of saboteurs."
Crisiet Liautroix smiles, "Oh, they're far more comfortable than they look. Really."
Annouille Andouillant overhears T'ahl's question and stifles a chuckle.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "I'll take your word for it. Prefer something loose when I don't need my armor."
Crisiet Liautroix shrugs, cocking his head to the side to peer at Annouille. It's almost as though he hasn't noticed the fellow until this exact moment.
Annouille Andouillant looks around absentmindedly, then seems startled to notice that Crisiet is staring at him. "Oh, um... Crisiet, right?"
Crisiet Liautroix smiles in a very forced manner. He looks ever so tired, "Mm."
Annouille Andouillant tilts his head slightly, wondering if Crisiet also gets tired by copious socialization. "Well met." He awkwardly falls silent after the greeting, possessing no talent for small talk.
Eloise Sharp tries not to laugh at the pair of socially-inept elezen.
Crisiet Liautroix seems to be lacking in that area too, staring a little longer before casting his gaze over his shoulder, "I need to see to my bird."
Eloise Sharp: Nice guy.
Annouille Andouillant seems lost in thought.
Eloise Sharp: You alright?
Annouille Andouillant blinks and looks up at Eloise. "Hm? Oh. I am just... easily distracted tonight. I apologize."
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that's normal for these kind of things."
Eloise Sharp: So what is it that you do, Annie?
Annouille Andouillant smiles absentmindedly at Eloise. "I work at Mealvann's Gate in Limsa. Finally took a day off."
Eloise Sharp: That's the arcanist place, right? I've been there, they made a fuss over a client's cargo.
Annouille Andouillant nods to Eloise Sharp.
Annouille Andouillant: What about you?
Eloise Sharp: Sell sword. Merchants and such hire me to keep them and their goods safe during trips. It pays well and I get a good fight every now and then.
T'ahl Tia looks around for Annie.
T'ahl Tia: Ah! Annie!
Annouille Andouillant nods at Eloise, then looks up at T'ahl's voice. "Yes T'ahl?"
T'ahl Tia promptly hides behind Annie.
Annouille Andouillant blinks, then looks down instead. T'ahl is short.
T'ahl Tia: I will just.. hide here a little while.
Eloise Sharp smiles. "You alright?"
Annouille Andouillant: ... you alright, T'ahl?
T'ahl Tia: Yes! I just-- think I recognized someone from an.. awkward moment. Conversation.
T'ahl Tia: ..More awkward than usually.
Annouille Andouillant nods slowly, looking bemused.
Eloise Sharp: We ready to go, then?
T'ahl Tia tries to place himself so that the guard cannot see him.
T'ahl Tia: Sneak out. We sneak. I vote sneak.
Eloise Sharp: Sneak? If you've got a problem, T'ahl, I can take care of them.
Annouille Andouillant: ... would you like to... continue hiding behind me as we leave?
T'ahl Tia: Oh! Oh, no, no. Not the kind of taking care of you do-- no, they just witnessed something awkward. You see-- there was this Roe, and he was really curious about how far the pink goes--
Annouille Andouillant: ... oh.
Eloise Sharp snorts. "Ah."
T'ahl Tia: So I will just-- hide behind Annie.
Eloise Sharp: Alright then.
T'ahl Tia: I think I did well enough to dare speaking to Sigurd. That is enough for today.
Annouille Andouillant steps back a little from T'ahl, his neck beginning to ache.
Annouille Andouillant gently pats T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia rubs at his neck. Looking an elezen in the eyes is difficult.
Annouille Andouillant helped by standing on lower elevation. Friendship!
Eloise Sharp: Alright, let's head out. Everyone check your pockets again.
T'ahl Tia beams!
Annouille Andouillant checks his pockets, then frowns. "Oh. I... I think I dropped some things..." Â He sighs.
Eloise Sharp: Anything valuable?
T'ahl Tia blinks. "Dropped? Ah! We should search for them--"
Annouille Andouillant looks a little embarrassed. "Um... not... no valuable, exactly, just... some sentimental value."
Eloise Sharp: That counts. Want to ask around?
T'ahl Tia: Sentimental value is more precious. We should look for it! ..What is it? The thing, I mean--
Annouille Andouillant awkwardly stares at his feet. "They're just... some pebbles... I doubt people will keep an eye out for those."
Eloise Sharp: What color?
Annouille Andouillant: Yellow.
T'ahl Tia: We can look out for them. Yellow should stand out.
Annouille Andouillant glances at the group of people to his left and says hurriedly, "I... don't think this is the best time to go ask people about it."
T'ahl Tia looks down at Cuddlechummy. Maybe she can help search? Does she even have colour vision?
T'ahl Tia: We do not have to ask, we just-- can search?
Eloise Sharp turns and addresses the remaining people. "Anyone seen some yellow pebbles? Our friend here lost them, they have sentimental value, he'd like them back."
T'ahl Tia blinks. "..That also works, I suppose."
Annouille Andouillant 's face turns red. "Eloise, it's fine."
Eloise Sharp turns back. "You sure?"
Annouille Andouillant nods to Eloise Sharp.
T'ahl Tia: We can still look, though--
T'ahl Tia studies the ground, searching for yellow pebbles.
Annouille Andouillant tries to search too, though he's hindered by his lack of glasses.
T'ahl Tia gets his feet wet for friendship.
Eloise Sharp shrugs at Annouille Andouillant.
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T'ahl Tia hesitates. "Am I.. interrupting something..?"
You smile at T'ahl Tia.
Jancis Milburga: "Hello, pilgrim. Thank you for coming."
L'aenoh Tia: "Feel free to join the conversation."
L'aenoh Tia: "You're not interrupting."
Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing the tiny tapir.
Jancis Milburga digs around and finds a biscuit in a pouch.
T'ahl Tia: S-sorry. I just-- this was. Good? I mean-- it was a nice event and--
T'ahl Tia beams as Cuddlechummy gets a treat.
T'ahl Tia: It was comforting.
T'ahl Tia: So I suppose I-- wanted to, just. Say thank you?
T'ahl Tia rambles on as he does when he has no idea how being social works.
Jancis Milburga: "I am so glad. You are welcome. Honestly, I was hoping it would be a comfort. In the Traders' ah, words per say we trade a lot of pain for these moments."
Jancis Milburga: "I saw you speaking to Master Sigurd. Was he able to help you with prayers?"
T'ahl Tia nods. "Then, you succeeded. And.. that makes sense, I think." He blinks. "Yes. He answered some questions I had been wondering about."
Jancis Milburga smiles. "That is his forte. That and books. Did you have to travel far to make it here?"
T'ahl Tia shakes his head. "I have family here. So it aligned with my visiting them."
Jancis Milburga: "That is good news. And good reason. You should take some cowry shells to them."
Nathan Telluride grins broadly at the Miqo'te to his side, and lifts himself up, stretches, and approaches the altar.
Nathan Telluride stretches next to Coraliza Velia.
Coraliza Velia smiled brightly as she remained seated, her eyes resting on Nathan .
Nathan Telluride bows before the statuary. "A wandering skald's praise to Thal, and a craved boon: Lord of Prosperity, be ever our rewards based upon our nerve, and not what we deserve, else who among us would escape the lash?"
Nathan Telluride bows.
Coraliza Velia beamed up to Nathan. Â She remained seated for the moment as she glanced around the crowd.
Nathan Telluride offers a hand to Coraliza. "Now, if it suits the lass, I might make good on an offering made earlier?"
Coraliza Velia took his hand gently as she lifted herself to her feet. Â Her free hand reached to brush a bit of the dirt from her skirt as she gave a gentle nod. Â "Of course. Â I would like that."
Nathan Telluride: "Then, let us move to it. I do have some regards to offer." He nods towards the exit, and sets a guiding hand on the Miqo'te's shoulder.
Aya Foxheart withdraws a single gil coin of moderate denomination. Â She draws it to her lips, before depositing it with the others. Â "For good fortune..."
Jancis Milburga: "Lady Aya. How have you been?"
Aya Foxheart smiles softly, "Jancis. Â I've been well, all things considered. Â You?"
Jancis Milburga smiles and nods. "Same. I needed this night. Remind us all why we work so hard."
Aya Foxheart nods, smiling, "It has been a lovely evening. Â Cathartic, even?"
Jancis Milburga: "That is the best word to describe it."
Jancis Milburga: "Kale, do you agree?"
You smile at Kale Aideron.
Kale Aideron is caught, a bit red-faced with his brown skin, "I'm sorry, what's that?" he missed it.
Aya Foxheart looks over her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips.
Jancis Milburga: "Lady Aya spoke of this night as being cathartic."
Kale Aideron: Cathartic? Is that synonymous with depressin'? 'cause I agree...
Kale Aideron speaks like a pleb, doesn't know the word 'cathartic', but seems to know 'synonymous'. Fascinating.
Aya Foxheart smirks and lets out a soft laugh, "Well, a drink or two will turn that right around, hmm? So at least its not a lost cause!"
Jancis Milburga: "Agreed. I should continue to thank everyone for coming."
Kale Aideron does look exhausted, for his part. He watches Jancis leave, pouting to himself, "I guess it'll 'ave to do..."
Aya Foxheart turns around on her heel, canting her head a bit as she smiles to Kale, "No reason to be so gloomy~"
Kale Aideron smiles tightly, clearly not the one to have gloomy as his default state, "Ah, just...work is thankless, 'nd long...'nd dangerous"
Aya Foxheart: "Not entirely thankless, at least, right?"
Kale Aideron keeps looking to one of the prayer wardens, appearing ambivalent.
Kale Aideron looks her over when she steps closer, wondering if he should be offended by it, "I never did it for the gil..." he up-nods at her, "What's your name? think I've seen you workin' at the Quicksand"
Aya Foxheart: "My name's Aya, I do work at the Quicksand. Â I'm a barmaid~" she smiles.
Kale Aideron overhears, sighing and murmuring quietly to himself, "Twelve, Captain Jenlyns makes anyone who can 'old a sword for ten seconds a free paladin these days..." he concocts a smile again for Aya, "Ah, yea'? What brings you out 'ere, then?"
Aya Foxheart glances around, "Wel.. this brought me here..." she blinks a bit, looking back confused, "What brought you here?"
Kale Aideron looks around for one of the prayer wardens, finally deciding that it's best to get this over with, "I...'scuse me for a bit, miss?"
Aya Foxheart nods, "Mmhmm! Nice meeting you."
Kale Aideron is polite to a fault, "I'll...be right back"
Kale Aideron watches Aya stepping off.
Kale Aideron: Quite...'nyway...oh, she wanted to come, didn't she?
Kale Aideron calls out to Aya, "'ey, miss, I'm 'eadin' out to the settlement, now..." he does recognize Vaughn, extending the invitation, "Y'can come long as well, if y'like.."
Kale Aideron unfastens his armet from Eskandar, shoving his head into it. He pulls Eskandar by the reins aside, for him to clamber onto the saddle.
Kale Aideron acts like he was not overhearing the conversation, addressing Aya, "Them two comin', miss?" his voice slightly metallic.
Aya Foxheart: "I invited them!"
Kale Aideron seems to be grinning toothily at Vaughn, holding up an armoured finger, "I 'ave room for one..."
Aya Foxheart: "Perfect..!" she looks up to Kale, "I didn't bring a mount.. I'll be walking there."
Nizumi Komimi nods to Guillaume Rigolant.
Nizumi Komimi gazes upon Guillaume Rigolant in deep reflection.
Nizumi Komimi: "You've already lost one gil to me tonight, you up for losing more?"
Nizumi Komimi laughs at Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant raises his voice, "'Scuse, just gon' make some offerings." He barges his way past T'ahl, then against Annouille, brushing his hand over the fabric of his pant leg, dipping into a pocket.
Guillaume Rigolant: Profit, ma'am.
Annouille Andouillant does not notice Guillame, lost in thoughts. However, he only has some yellow pebbles in his pocket.
Guillaume Rigolant brings his fingers together, extracting the stones. He places an emptied palm on his chest and smiles with earnest, a glint. "Sorry 'bout that, mate."
Guillaume Rigolant: Li'l clumsy.
Annouille Andouillant blinks. "Eh? Oh, uh, it is fine." He seems none the wiser.
Guillaume Rigolant pats him warmly on the clavicle, passing again with a light brush of the shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant murmurs unintelligible gibberish, hoping they sound like prayers.
Guillaume Rigolant blinks.
Guillaume Rigolant peeks over Kale's shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant: ... "Lo.
Kale Aideron is annoyed with Guillaume Rigolant.
Kale Aideron: Oi...
Sigurd Rainecourt: Gill, what are you doing?
Guillaume Rigolant beams with delight at Kale Aideron.
Guillaume Rigolant: Waitin'.
Kale Aideron raises his palm slowly, and geeently places it on Guillaume's chest. He firmly but sloooowly pushes him away from him.
Guillaume Rigolant 's frown grows as he's pushed back.
Sigurd Rainecourt: You can come forward and make an offering or speak prayers if you like. You don't need to hide behind people.
Guillaume Rigolant: Heeeey.
Kale Aideron grunts, "Er...Nald, then..."
Guillaume Rigolant: Can I complain t'yer mana--
You smile at Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant: Jancis, heya.
Jancis Milburga: "Sir Rigolant you made it."
Guillaume Rigolant: I did. Gotta say, y'look particularly vicious in red.
Kale Aideron: I 'ave...a 'undred gil to offer?
Jancis Milburga: "Ah, thank you. It is a color to honor Nald'thal. What did you think of the stories?"
Guillaume Rigolant perks up at the mention of gil.
Guillaume Rigolant: Fergive m'ignorance, but I never took you for ... a priestly sort.
Jancis Milburga holds out a large pouch to Guillaume. "Here, you should take these. They are of great value." Inside should he look are lots of cowry shells of all different size and colors.
Guillaume Rigolant widens his eyes, holding the pouch to his chest. "What ... what fer?"
Jancis Milburga: "Well the priests did not one of their own ilk leading to cause ill will. I am honored to help them out. They are for prayers or trinkets and presents."
Jancis Milburga: "A trade of life, trade for good passage in death, they are for trading, really."
Guillaume Rigolant squeezes the pouch, hefting it up and down. "Trading. Gods." He purses his lips, drooping in the brow. Then he sighs.
Guillaume Rigolant: Can't say I'm allat close to the gods. Y'sure it'd be ... a wise investment?
Jancis Milburga beams at him. "Of course. It is you, afterall. No gambles there."
Guillaume Rigolant wilts, guilty. "I ... ah."
Jancis Milburga: "My trade to you, we are there for one another, yes?"
Guillaume Rigolant: Oh, yeah, 'course. Actually, hold on.
Guillaume Rigolant fishes through his pockets, retrieving a small yellow pebble. He shines it briefly on his shirt before extending it to the saintly figure.
Jancis Milburga: "Hm? Ah! It is a lovely shade."
Guillaume Rigolant nods to you.
Guillaume Rigolant: It's for uh, lookin' at, 'n stuff.
You beam with delight at Guillaume Rigolant.
Jancis Milburga: "I really like these things. I will not lose it."
Guillaume Rigolant: It's prolly completely worthless, for all I know, but ... I found it. An' I figured, hey, was pretty. Might as well keep it along, yuh?
Jancis Milburga nods in agreement. "That is kind of like life, finding things along the way to keep."
Guillaume Rigolant: Hey, uh, Jan?
Guillaume Rigolant: D'you y'could maybe teach me how to pray sometime?
Jancis Milburga: "Hm? Yes?"
Guillaume Rigolant rubs the nape of his neck,cringing.
Jancis Milburga: "Of course. I would be happy to."
Guillaume Rigolant nods to you.
Guillaume Rigolant: Thanks, I'll see you 'round.
Guillaume Rigolant bids farewell to you.
Jancis Milburga holds out a lovely yellow stone, "Sir Rigolant found this along the road one time. That is kind of what life is like, finding nice things to take with you."
Guillaume Rigolant: Same t'you.
Guillaume Rigolant staggers before Nizumi Komimi.
Guillaume Rigolant: "Hey!"
Nizumi Komimi laughs at Guillaume Rigolant.
Nizumi Komimi bows courteously to Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant bids farewell to Nizumi Komimi.
Nizumi Komimi is frustrated with Guillaume Rigolant.
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Memeli Meli: ....Nald'Thal, please keep my papa successful... Cuz if he's broke Popomi is gonna be in trouble and I ain't having that. Plus he'll mooch off me! That jerk!! ..Amen.
Kale Aideron speaks to his chocobo, "Think I should get a prayer, boy? Put my fate in the 'ands of someone else? Ain't really my thing..."
Kale Aideron sighs, "I don't know, boy..."
Kale Aideron: What are you grinnin' at? Bloody 'ells.
Kale Aideron: A prayer?
Kale Aideron: What the 'ells would I even pray for?
Kale Aideron is rambling to his chocobo, "You know the best kind of prayer? The one you answer yourself. With 'ard work 'nd discipline"
Kale Aideron overhears, sighing and murmuring quietly to himself, "Twelve, Captain Jenlyns makes anyone who can 'old a sword for ten seconds a free paladin these days..." he concocts a smile again for Aya, "Ah, yea'? What brings you out 'ere, then?"
Kale Aideron: Bloody 'ells, Eskandar! Don't go runnin' 'alf the pilgrims down!
Edda Eglantine takes a moment in prayer, unusually solemn and quiet.
Edda Eglantine: "I hope all is well, Sir Otto. May the Twelve guide your path well."
Otto Vann: "It will be well enough Edda thank you"
Otto Vann: "How are you?"
Edda Eglantine: "I am well, thank you. This is a mysterious place. I find my heart both lifted and burdened at the same time. Does it not affect you as well?"
Otto Vann: "It is affecting me, I am unsure if I like it"
Otto Vann: "Its hard to retain composure in a place like this and its unusual from what I normally surround myself with"
Edda Eglantine speaks quietly, her voice low. "Yes, it is much the same for me. Still, I believe it will do the both of us some good."
Otto Vann: "Perhaps your right Edda"
Otto Vann: "I can tell you now my mind is racing with problems that I have had come up due to this and how I should resolve them"
Edda Eglantine: "Then the pilgrimage was a success, was it not? I am sure with some meditation you may find the answers you seek."
Otto Vann: "I think....I will seek that actually Edda"
Edda Eglantine smiles. "Excellent." Edda bows to Otto and his lady companion. "Excuse me for a moment."
Jancis Milburga: "I am so glad you could come. Pray tell, how was Sir Iron the other night? Sir Howl?"
Edda Eglantine looks a bit sheepish. "It went rather well. I've not the knowledge and mind for such... manly things."
Jancis Milburga: "I am glad. I have to admit I do think about you both often of late."
Edda Eglantine: "Oh, is that so? Whatever for?"
Jancis Milburga: "Is something he mentioned the other day. About feeling lost and his purpose."
Jancis Milburga smiles lightly, "A man fights so much he can get lost in it, mayhaps."
Edda Eglantine looks at Jancis, pensive. "Yes, I suppose you're right. If I knew of more such things, perhaps I could do what it is he needs to find his way."
Jancis Milburga: "Alas I only know so much myself. Perhaps he needs someone on, ah, his level. To say. Not height I mean."
Edda Eglantine: Perhaps...
Edda Eglantine looks around the room. "Hmmm..."
Viral Light briefly glances to Edda Eglantine
Viral Light leans in and whispers something to Sounsyy Mirke.
Sounsyy Mirke smiles at Viral Light.
Viral Light: "I don't even know what to do to be respectful."
Sounsyy Mirke nods slowly to Viral Light. She replies quietly, "Good to see you are not harmed. Though I can't imagine the loser of a duel should be your inspiration."
Viral Light: "Losses teach more than victories do."
Viral Light: "Honestly, I found this..."
Viral Light looks around.
Viral Light: "..event quite by accident. Is there something I'm supposed to do here?"
Sounsyy Mirke returns her gaze upon Thal's visage, "Tonight I would agree," she said softly, "I've never thought highly of Thal... with all he's taken, but I guess in the spirit of things it's worth praying for the safe passage of those I've lost. Those who couldn't be here."
Viral Light: "I definitely feel like an outsider here..."
Viral Light smirks, but then shifts restlessly. She does not take the coin.
Viral Light: "I've seen men and women pray for many things. Some are answered, but most are not. I know they watch, but is it right to ask of them? Our problems are our own, and the dead aren't coming back. Perhaps..perhaps I have the wrong perspective."
Sounsyy Mirke returns the coin to its purse. "As I said, it is not for everyone. I have lost many friends on the path of the sword. I see it is only fair I repay them now."
Viral Light keeps her gaze fixed on the statue.
Iron Sea: "I get a strange feeling every time I stare like that Miss Viral..."
Viral Light: "It's a statue. Representative, to be sure, but it's a statue all the same."
Iron Sea: "I suppose it comes from my first experience being nearly dying before such..."frowns softly. "That alone I suppose is something worth praying for. "
Viral Light smirks again.
Viral Light: "I was there."
Iron Sea: "Indeed, intervention of some sort for certain. "
Iron Sea: "Even Lady Edda showed up, who by all rights had no reason to be there at all. "
Viral Light: "Don't mistake me having a sudden soft-spot for a reckless Roe as divine influence."
Sounsyy Mirke bursts out laughing at Viral Light.
Sounsyy Mirke: "It might be as close as some get in this world."
Viral Light seems lost in thought.
Viral Light twitches her ears.
Viral Light: "Ms. Crofte?"
Viral Light regains her focus.
Sounsyy Mirke looks to Iron Sea, "You were missed earlier friend. Though I dare say it's for the best, as I faired no better this round than last."
Viral Light: "Hey Iron?"
Iron Sea: "Truly...? I honestly had hopes of you taking the whole thing in my absence, but perhaps I am just a fan now. "He smiled faintly ."I've been quite busy with a few things....."Iron dead stopped in mid sentence. "
Iron Sea: "....wha.....t...?"
Viral Light: "Damn.."
Viral Light: "That'll do for now.."
Viral Light: "What?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I've only know Iron a short while, but he has not seemed like himself of late."
Viral Light studies Iron Sea carefully.
Otto Vann: "Mirke, what does a man like me pray for?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I wouldn't know Ser Otto. Perhaps that yer wealth and good fortune continue? Sometimes it seems that such things require a little help in maintaining."
Otto Vann: "I should pray to myself then? Â Interesting"
Sounsyy Mirke: "If the gods do not care to cast their gaze your way, then yes, it is for man to make his own way. I have found that we mortals must make our own way, but that it is still good to pay homage to those who might aid your path."
Otto Vann: "I see. Â I should pray to myself, for myself. Â Sounds gaudy"
Otto Vann: "All the same"
Sounsyy Mirke laughs at Otto Vann.
Otto Vann: "Perhaps I should pray for a dinner to sweep you off your feet sometime in the future. Â Though perhaps I speak to the wrong deity for such things"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps! I would prefer if our dinner were among the living than the dead. Though the former may make an interesting evening."
Otto Vann: "I would wonder how that would go. Â I'm not much of a fighter. Â You would have to act as my guard-en-vec"
Otto Vann: "Can you believe it though, a man like me. Â Incapable of fighting well"
Otto Vann: "At least I excel in other things"
Sounsyy Mirke: "With a sword on hand I believe I could manage that. Though I could not trust myself in your defense with my fists!"
Sounsyy Mirke laughs at Otto Vann.
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps, you should keep your armor on hand. Sometimes a strong defense outweighs an offense."
Otto Vann: "Ah that's what women like you are for eh?"
Otto Vann: "Guard my precious beard and hair do"
Sounsyy Mirke smiles and nods her head, "Indeed, we could not let any harm befall the Face of Fashion in Ul'dah."
Otto Vann: "Yes indeed, this beautiful, handsome, smiling face"
Otto Vann: "Did you get what you came for from all of this Mirke?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Mm- I believe so. Temporary peace of mind. Sometimes I seek the simple things."
Otto Vann: "Only temporary?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Indeed. Sometimes I worry needlessly over things beyond my control."
Otto Vann: "Anything I can help with?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I'm afraid not. Though that is not to discourage you. There are merely some issues which are far reaching and I've spent a good deal of time not attending to them."
Otto Vann: "Ah. Â Well in due time I will learn about them perhaps"
Otto Vann: "Who knows perhaps I can in the future"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps! Fer now, let us focus on getting that dinner afore much else?"
Annunu Nunu approaches the altar. Â She steps up onto the dais, staring up thoughtfully at the image of Thal, but does not pray. Â Her eyes are brilliant in the light of the torches, glittering and expressionless, and it's impossible to discern her thoughts.
Annunu Nunu turns away, accidentally bumping Iron Sea's leg as she moves. Â "Oh, please excuse me!"
Annunu Nunu: Had you free time this eve, sir...?
Chuta Allfriend: "I reckon I do. Not a soul's bothered to talk to me this day besides you, so..."
Chuta Allfriend shrugs at Annunu Nunu.
Chuta Allfriend smiles at Annunu Nunu.
Annunu Nunu: May I offer you dinner?
Chuta Allfriend: "Dinner? Free of charge? Methinks I should thank the Trader for this course of events."
Annunu Nunu chuckles. Â "Shall I wait as you offer your thanks?"
Chuta Allfriend humbly throws himself before the lalafell. "Oh, my queen, I thank you for your offering and beseech further kindness."
Chuta Allfriend grovels shamelessly before Annunu Nunu.
Annunu Nunu beckons to Chuta Allfriend.
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Crisiet Liautroix runs a gloves hand over his face, "... Aye. Right, fine."
T'ahl Tia beams at Crisiet. Beeeams. In that annoying, energetic way. "Annie is the tall one, and Eloise is the.. shorter-than-Annie one, and Cuddlechummy is the cutest one."
Annouille Andouillant stands up, stretching his stiff legs. He awkwardly waves at Crisiet. "Well met."
Crisiet Liautroix stares at the Tapir, all but ignoring Annouille in the process, "What the hells is that thing?"
T'ahl Tia scrambles up, holding the tiny tapir. "Cuddlechummy. She is not a thing. She is a person."
Eloise Sharp: Don't be scared, she's harmless.
T'ahl Tia: ..Well, sometimes she climbs onto my face when I sleep, and breathing gets difficult. So not completely harmless, but.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "Spirited, then."
Crisiet Liautroix tuts, "What is... -she-, then?"
T'ahl Tia nuzzles his nose against the tapir's. "She is a tapir. A very small one."
T'ahl Tia: She eats dreams, I think. And.. anything put in front of her.
T'ahl Tia: ..Sometimes things not in front of her, too. She just. Wanders off and eats things.
Annouille Andouillant: "Excuse me, I want to go speak with a friend for a little. I will be back shortly."
Eloise Sharp: Have fun.
Crisiet Liautroix stares at the Tapir some more, his expression one of moody skepticism.
Guillaume Rigolant raises his voice, "'Scuse, just gon' make some offerings." He barges his way past T'ahl, then against Annouille, brushing his hand over the fabric of his pant leg, dipping into a pocket.
Eloise Sharp checks her pockets. Nope, she's spared.
Eloise Sharp: Check your pockets, T'ahl..
T'ahl Tia holds her up so that Crisiet may see her better. She somehow has an extremely judging expression on her face. Even though she is a tapir.
T'ahl Tia blinks. "My pockets? This outfit does not have any pockets."
Crisiet Liautroix returns the Tapir's judgmental expression with one to match, "'Tis strange." He says in a blunt tone, straightening his posture with a frown.
Eloise Sharp: Good, you don't have to worry about pickpockets that way.
T'ahl Tia nods. "That is the idea. ..And Cuddlechummy is not strange! She is wonderful and perfect." She keeps staring at him. Judging.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "You have fun with Mister Tight Pants, I'm gonna pay my due."
Crisiet Liautroix glances down at the creature now and again, otherwise doing his damned best not to acknowledge the judgmental stare he's -sure- the thing is giving him.
T'ahl Tia: ..Are you having a staring contest with my tapir?
Crisiet Liautroix: No.
Crisiet Liautroix makes a straight face.
T'ahl Tia: Well. Good, I suppose. She always wins. ..She is making the face, isn't she?
Crisiet Liautroix fails to understand T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia sets the creature down and looks around. Cuddlechummy does not break the stare.
Eloise Sharp pets Cuddlechummy, smiling warmly.
Crisiet Liautroix: I cannot say much for Aero's tastes. He chose me, after all.
Crisiet Liautroix smiles at T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia nods. Cuddlechummy side-eyes Crisiet even as she gets pets. Or is that just her face? No one knows.
T'ahl Tia: Oh, you are not so bad.
Crisiet Liautroix side eyes the tapir back.
T'ahl Tia: You have never even tried to toss me off a cliff, after all!
Crisiet Liautroix tenses, smiling thinly, "Aye. There is, of course, a first time for everything."
T'ahl Tia nods, biting his lip. "..That is true. Is this the day, do you think?"
Crisiet Liautroix: Hmn. I should at the very least allow you to ask for safe passage to the afterlife first, no?
Crisiet Liautroix gestures to the statue ahead.
T'ahl Tia nods. "That is a very considerate of you."
T'ahl Tia swirls around to inspect the statue.
T'ahl Tia mumbles. "..In case he really does toss me off, please make sure I do not get lost on the way."
Eloise Sharp: T'ahl, I'm headed back to the bridge. You gonna be alright with Mister Tight Pants?
T'ahl Tia blinks. "..Tight pants?" He looks at Crisiet's pants. Well. "Ah-- I will be fine, there are no tall cliffs nearby, are there-- although there is a bridge--"
Eloise Sharp: I'll be at the bridge. If he tries anything, I'll just cleave his skull.
Eloise Sharp smiles.
T'ahl Tia nods, beaming. "Thank you. I do not think he will, though."
Crisiet Liautroix pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes half closed.
Eloise Sharp looks at Crisiet. "No offense."
Eloise Sharp: You ready to head back to the bridge, Annie?
T'ahl Tia looks to Annie. "..We should introduce him to Lucient."
Annouille Andouillant: Ah, I... I am not sure yet.
Crisiet Liautroix: Gods above. I am not going to throw him off a damned cliff.
Annouille Andouillant looks at T'ahl. He imagines the combined disapproval of Crisiet and Lucient, then cringes.
T'ahl Tia: See? I will be perfectly safe. And his lover likes me well enough that he would not really do it. ..And I think he is nicer than that, too.
Annouille Andouillant shakes his head slightly. "If you have business elsewhere, I do not wish to keep you occupied. Though I would not object to company."
T'ahl Tia looks at Crisiet, frowning. "..He probably could, though, if he wanted. I am sort of easy to lift."
Crisiet Liautroix rolls his eyes.
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Nah, I'm free till tomorrow. And maybe past then, depends on whether my client gets over his fear of saboteurs."
Crisiet Liautroix wafts a hand, "I am not even sure where such a notion came from in the first place. I am not in the habit of throwing others from cliffs, you know."
Eloise Sharp: You do act a lot like an Ishgardian, though.
T'ahl Tia tilts his head left side. "But you are from Ishgard, aren't you?"
T'ahl Tia: I was surprised to see you. I thought all Ishgardians were rather fixated on Halone. You are from Ishgard, aren't you?
Crisiet Liautroix speaks sharply, yet quietly, "No."
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Nah, I'm free till tomorrow. And maybe past then, depends on whether my client gets over his fear of saboteurs."
Crisiet Liautroix smiles, "Oh, they're far more comfortable than they look. Really."
Annouille Andouillant overhears T'ahl's question and stifles a chuckle.
Eloise Sharp chuckles. "I'll take your word for it. Prefer something loose when I don't need my armor."
Crisiet Liautroix shrugs, cocking his head to the side to peer at Annouille. It's almost as though he hasn't noticed the fellow until this exact moment.
Annouille Andouillant looks around absentmindedly, then seems startled to notice that Crisiet is staring at him. "Oh, um... Crisiet, right?"
Crisiet Liautroix smiles in a very forced manner. He looks ever so tired, "Mm."
Annouille Andouillant tilts his head slightly, wondering if Crisiet also gets tired by copious socialization. "Well met." He awkwardly falls silent after the greeting, possessing no talent for small talk.
Eloise Sharp tries not to laugh at the pair of socially-inept elezen.
Crisiet Liautroix seems to be lacking in that area too, staring a little longer before casting his gaze over his shoulder, "I need to see to my bird."
Eloise Sharp: Nice guy.
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Annouille Andouillant seems lost in thought.
Eloise Sharp: You alright?
Annouille Andouillant blinks and looks up at Eloise. "Hm? Oh. I am just... easily distracted tonight. I apologize."
Eloise Sharp shrugs. "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that's normal for these kind of things."
Eloise Sharp: So what is it that you do, Annie?
Annouille Andouillant smiles absentmindedly at Eloise. "I work at Mealvann's Gate in Limsa. Finally took a day off."
Eloise Sharp: That's the arcanist place, right? I've been there, they made a fuss over a client's cargo.
Annouille Andouillant nods to Eloise Sharp.
Annouille Andouillant: What about you?
Eloise Sharp: Sell sword. Merchants and such hire me to keep them and their goods safe during trips. It pays well and I get a good fight every now and then.
T'ahl Tia looks around for Annie.
T'ahl Tia: Ah! Annie!
Annouille Andouillant nods at Eloise, then looks up at T'ahl's voice. "Yes T'ahl?"
T'ahl Tia promptly hides behind Annie.
Annouille Andouillant blinks, then looks down instead. T'ahl is short.
T'ahl Tia: I will just.. hide here a little while.
Eloise Sharp smiles. "You alright?"
Annouille Andouillant: ... you alright, T'ahl?
T'ahl Tia: Yes! I just-- think I recognized someone from an.. awkward moment. Conversation.
T'ahl Tia: ..More awkward than usually.
Annouille Andouillant nods slowly, looking bemused.
Eloise Sharp: We ready to go, then?
T'ahl Tia tries to place himself so that the guard cannot see him.
T'ahl Tia: Sneak out. We sneak. I vote sneak.
Eloise Sharp: Sneak? If you've got a problem, T'ahl, I can take care of them.
Annouille Andouillant: ... would you like to... continue hiding behind me as we leave?
T'ahl Tia: Oh! Oh, no, no. Not the kind of taking care of you do-- no, they just witnessed something awkward. You see-- there was this Roe, and he was really curious about how far the pink goes--
Annouille Andouillant: ... oh.
Eloise Sharp snorts. "Ah."
T'ahl Tia: So I will just-- hide behind Annie.
Eloise Sharp: Alright then.
T'ahl Tia: I think I did well enough to dare speaking to Sigurd. That is enough for today.
Annouille Andouillant steps back a little from T'ahl, his neck beginning to ache.
Annouille Andouillant gently pats T'ahl Tia.
T'ahl Tia rubs at his neck. Looking an elezen in the eyes is difficult.
Annouille Andouillant helped by standing on lower elevation. Friendship!
Eloise Sharp: Alright, let's head out. Everyone check your pockets again.
T'ahl Tia beams!
Annouille Andouillant checks his pockets, then frowns. "Oh. I... I think I dropped some things..." Â He sighs.
Eloise Sharp: Anything valuable?
T'ahl Tia blinks. "Dropped? Ah! We should search for them--"
Annouille Andouillant looks a little embarrassed. "Um... not... no valuable, exactly, just... some sentimental value."
Eloise Sharp: That counts. Want to ask around?
T'ahl Tia: Sentimental value is more precious. We should look for it! ..What is it? The thing, I mean--
Annouille Andouillant awkwardly stares at his feet. "They're just... some pebbles... I doubt people will keep an eye out for those."
Eloise Sharp: What color?
Annouille Andouillant: Yellow.
T'ahl Tia: We can look out for them. Yellow should stand out.
Annouille Andouillant glances at the group of people to his left and says hurriedly, "I... don't think this is the best time to go ask people about it."
T'ahl Tia looks down at Cuddlechummy. Maybe she can help search? Does she even have colour vision?
T'ahl Tia: We do not have to ask, we just-- can search?
Eloise Sharp turns and addresses the remaining people. "Anyone seen some yellow pebbles? Our friend here lost them, they have sentimental value, he'd like them back."
T'ahl Tia blinks. "..That also works, I suppose."
Annouille Andouillant 's face turns red. "Eloise, it's fine."
Eloise Sharp turns back. "You sure?"
Annouille Andouillant nods to Eloise Sharp.
T'ahl Tia: We can still look, though--
T'ahl Tia studies the ground, searching for yellow pebbles.
Annouille Andouillant tries to search too, though he's hindered by his lack of glasses.
T'ahl Tia gets his feet wet for friendship.
Eloise Sharp shrugs at Annouille Andouillant.
T'ahl Tia hesitates. "Am I.. interrupting something..?"
You smile at T'ahl Tia.
Jancis Milburga: "Hello, pilgrim. Thank you for coming."
L'aenoh Tia: "Feel free to join the conversation."
L'aenoh Tia: "You're not interrupting."
Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing the tiny tapir.
Jancis Milburga digs around and finds a biscuit in a pouch.
T'ahl Tia: S-sorry. I just-- this was. Good? I mean-- it was a nice event and--
T'ahl Tia beams as Cuddlechummy gets a treat.
T'ahl Tia: It was comforting.
T'ahl Tia: So I suppose I-- wanted to, just. Say thank you?
T'ahl Tia rambles on as he does when he has no idea how being social works.
Jancis Milburga: "I am so glad. You are welcome. Honestly, I was hoping it would be a comfort. In the Traders' ah, words per say we trade a lot of pain for these moments."
Jancis Milburga: "I saw you speaking to Master Sigurd. Was he able to help you with prayers?"
T'ahl Tia nods. "Then, you succeeded. And.. that makes sense, I think." He blinks. "Yes. He answered some questions I had been wondering about."
Jancis Milburga smiles. "That is his forte. That and books. Did you have to travel far to make it here?"
T'ahl Tia shakes his head. "I have family here. So it aligned with my visiting them."
Jancis Milburga: "That is good news. And good reason. You should take some cowry shells to them."
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Nathan Telluride grins broadly at the Miqo'te to his side, and lifts himself up, stretches, and approaches the altar.
Nathan Telluride stretches next to Coraliza Velia.
Coraliza Velia smiled brightly as she remained seated, her eyes resting on Nathan .
Nathan Telluride bows before the statuary. "A wandering skald's praise to Thal, and a craved boon: Lord of Prosperity, be ever our rewards based upon our nerve, and not what we deserve, else who among us would escape the lash?"
Nathan Telluride bows.
Coraliza Velia beamed up to Nathan. Â She remained seated for the moment as she glanced around the crowd.
Nathan Telluride offers a hand to Coraliza. "Now, if it suits the lass, I might make good on an offering made earlier?"
Coraliza Velia took his hand gently as she lifted herself to her feet. Â Her free hand reached to brush a bit of the dirt from her skirt as she gave a gentle nod. Â "Of course. Â I would like that."
Nathan Telluride: "Then, let us move to it. I do have some regards to offer." He nods towards the exit, and sets a guiding hand on the Miqo'te's shoulder.
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Aya Foxheart withdraws a single gil coin of moderate denomination. Â She draws it to her lips, before depositing it with the others. Â "For good fortune..."
Jancis Milburga: "Lady Aya. How have you been?"
Aya Foxheart smiles softly, "Jancis. Â I've been well, all things considered. Â You?"
Jancis Milburga smiles and nods. "Same. I needed this night. Remind us all why we work so hard."
Aya Foxheart nods, smiling, "It has been a lovely evening. Â Cathartic, even?"
Jancis Milburga: "That is the best word to describe it."
Jancis Milburga: "Kale, do you agree?"
You smile at Kale Aideron.
Kale Aideron is caught, a bit red-faced with his brown skin, "I'm sorry, what's that?" he missed it.
Aya Foxheart looks over her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips.
Jancis Milburga: "Lady Aya spoke of this night as being cathartic."
Kale Aideron: Cathartic? Is that synonymous with depressin'? 'cause I agree...
Kale Aideron speaks like a pleb, doesn't know the word 'cathartic', but seems to know 'synonymous'. Fascinating.
Aya Foxheart smirks and lets out a soft laugh, "Well, a drink or two will turn that right around, hmm? So at least its not a lost cause!"
Jancis Milburga: "Agreed. I should continue to thank everyone for coming."
Kale Aideron does look exhausted, for his part. He watches Jancis leave, pouting to himself, "I guess it'll 'ave to do..."
Aya Foxheart turns around on her heel, canting her head a bit as she smiles to Kale, "No reason to be so gloomy~"
Kale Aideron smiles tightly, clearly not the one to have gloomy as his default state, "Ah, just...work is thankless, 'nd long...'nd dangerous"
Aya Foxheart: "Not entirely thankless, at least, right?"
Kale Aideron keeps looking to one of the prayer wardens, appearing ambivalent.
Kale Aideron looks her over when she steps closer, wondering if he should be offended by it, "I never did it for the gil..." he up-nods at her, "What's your name? think I've seen you workin' at the Quicksand"
Aya Foxheart: "My name's Aya, I do work at the Quicksand. Â I'm a barmaid~" she smiles.
Kale Aideron overhears, sighing and murmuring quietly to himself, "Twelve, Captain Jenlyns makes anyone who can 'old a sword for ten seconds a free paladin these days..." he concocts a smile again for Aya, "Ah, yea'? What brings you out 'ere, then?"
Aya Foxheart glances around, "Wel.. this brought me here..." she blinks a bit, looking back confused, "What brought you here?"
Kale Aideron looks around for one of the prayer wardens, finally deciding that it's best to get this over with, "I...'scuse me for a bit, miss?"
Aya Foxheart nods, "Mmhmm! Nice meeting you."
Kale Aideron is polite to a fault, "I'll...be right back"
Kale Aideron watches Aya stepping off.
Kale Aideron: Quite...'nyway...oh, she wanted to come, didn't she?
Kale Aideron calls out to Aya, "'ey, miss, I'm 'eadin' out to the settlement, now..." he does recognize Vaughn, extending the invitation, "Y'can come long as well, if y'like.."
Kale Aideron unfastens his armet from Eskandar, shoving his head into it. He pulls Eskandar by the reins aside, for him to clamber onto the saddle.
Kale Aideron acts like he was not overhearing the conversation, addressing Aya, "Them two comin', miss?" his voice slightly metallic.
Aya Foxheart: "I invited them!"
Kale Aideron seems to be grinning toothily at Vaughn, holding up an armoured finger, "I 'ave room for one..."
Aya Foxheart: "Perfect..!" she looks up to Kale, "I didn't bring a mount.. I'll be walking there."
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Nizumi Komimi nods to Guillaume Rigolant.
Nizumi Komimi gazes upon Guillaume Rigolant in deep reflection.
Nizumi Komimi: "You've already lost one gil to me tonight, you up for losing more?"
Nizumi Komimi laughs at Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant raises his voice, "'Scuse, just gon' make some offerings." He barges his way past T'ahl, then against Annouille, brushing his hand over the fabric of his pant leg, dipping into a pocket.
Guillaume Rigolant: Profit, ma'am.
Annouille Andouillant does not notice Guillame, lost in thoughts. However, he only has some yellow pebbles in his pocket.
Guillaume Rigolant brings his fingers together, extracting the stones. He places an emptied palm on his chest and smiles with earnest, a glint. "Sorry 'bout that, mate."
Guillaume Rigolant: Li'l clumsy.
Annouille Andouillant blinks. "Eh? Oh, uh, it is fine." He seems none the wiser.
Guillaume Rigolant pats him warmly on the clavicle, passing again with a light brush of the shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant murmurs unintelligible gibberish, hoping they sound like prayers.
Guillaume Rigolant blinks.
Guillaume Rigolant peeks over Kale's shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant: ... "Lo.
Kale Aideron is annoyed with Guillaume Rigolant.
Kale Aideron: Oi...
Sigurd Rainecourt: Gill, what are you doing?
Guillaume Rigolant beams with delight at Kale Aideron.
Guillaume Rigolant: Waitin'.
Kale Aideron raises his palm slowly, and geeently places it on Guillaume's chest. He firmly but sloooowly pushes him away from him.
Guillaume Rigolant 's frown grows as he's pushed back.
Sigurd Rainecourt: You can come forward and make an offering or speak prayers if you like. You don't need to hide behind people.
Guillaume Rigolant: Heeeey.
Kale Aideron grunts, "Er...Nald, then..."
Guillaume Rigolant: Can I complain t'yer mana--
You smile at Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant: Jancis, heya.
Jancis Milburga: "Sir Rigolant you made it."
Guillaume Rigolant: I did. Gotta say, y'look particularly vicious in red.
Kale Aideron: I 'ave...a 'undred gil to offer?
Jancis Milburga: "Ah, thank you. It is a color to honor Nald'thal. What did you think of the stories?"
Guillaume Rigolant perks up at the mention of gil.
Guillaume Rigolant: Fergive m'ignorance, but I never took you for ... a priestly sort.
Jancis Milburga holds out a large pouch to Guillaume. "Here, you should take these. They are of great value." Inside should he look are lots of cowry shells of all different size and colors.
Guillaume Rigolant widens his eyes, holding the pouch to his chest. "What ... what fer?"
Jancis Milburga: "Well the priests did not one of their own ilk leading to cause ill will. I am honored to help them out. They are for prayers or trinkets and presents."
Jancis Milburga: "A trade of life, trade for good passage in death, they are for trading, really."
Guillaume Rigolant squeezes the pouch, hefting it up and down. "Trading. Gods." He purses his lips, drooping in the brow. Then he sighs.
Guillaume Rigolant: Can't say I'm allat close to the gods. Y'sure it'd be ... a wise investment?
Jancis Milburga beams at him. "Of course. It is you, afterall. No gambles there."
Guillaume Rigolant wilts, guilty. "I ... ah."
Jancis Milburga: "My trade to you, we are there for one another, yes?"
Guillaume Rigolant: Oh, yeah, 'course. Actually, hold on.
Guillaume Rigolant fishes through his pockets, retrieving a small yellow pebble. He shines it briefly on his shirt before extending it to the saintly figure.
Jancis Milburga: "Hm? Ah! It is a lovely shade."
Guillaume Rigolant nods to you.
Guillaume Rigolant: It's for uh, lookin' at, 'n stuff.
You beam with delight at Guillaume Rigolant.
Jancis Milburga: "I really like these things. I will not lose it."
Guillaume Rigolant: It's prolly completely worthless, for all I know, but ... I found it. An' I figured, hey, was pretty. Might as well keep it along, yuh?
Jancis Milburga nods in agreement. "That is kind of like life, finding things along the way to keep."
Guillaume Rigolant: Hey, uh, Jan?
Guillaume Rigolant: D'you y'could maybe teach me how to pray sometime?
Jancis Milburga: "Hm? Yes?"
Guillaume Rigolant rubs the nape of his neck,cringing.
Jancis Milburga: "Of course. I would be happy to."
Guillaume Rigolant nods to you.
Guillaume Rigolant: Thanks, I'll see you 'round.
Guillaume Rigolant bids farewell to you.
Jancis Milburga holds out a lovely yellow stone, "Sir Rigolant found this along the road one time. That is kind of what life is like, finding nice things to take with you."
Guillaume Rigolant: Same t'you.
Guillaume Rigolant staggers before Nizumi Komimi.
Guillaume Rigolant: "Hey!"
Nizumi Komimi laughs at Guillaume Rigolant.
Nizumi Komimi bows courteously to Guillaume Rigolant.
Guillaume Rigolant bids farewell to Nizumi Komimi.
Nizumi Komimi is frustrated with Guillaume Rigolant.
Memeli Meli: ....Nald'Thal, please keep my papa successful... Cuz if he's broke Popomi is gonna be in trouble and I ain't having that. Plus he'll mooch off me! That jerk!! ..Amen.
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Kale Aideron speaks to his chocobo, "Think I should get a prayer, boy? Put my fate in the 'ands of someone else? Ain't really my thing..."
Kale Aideron sighs, "I don't know, boy..."
Kale Aideron: What are you grinnin' at? Bloody 'ells.
Kale Aideron: A prayer?
Kale Aideron: What the 'ells would I even pray for?
Kale Aideron is rambling to his chocobo, "You know the best kind of prayer? The one you answer yourself. With 'ard work 'nd discipline"
Kale Aideron overhears, sighing and murmuring quietly to himself, "Twelve, Captain Jenlyns makes anyone who can 'old a sword for ten seconds a free paladin these days..." he concocts a smile again for Aya, "Ah, yea'? What brings you out 'ere, then?"
Kale Aideron: Bloody 'ells, Eskandar! Don't go runnin' 'alf the pilgrims down!
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Edda Eglantine takes a moment in prayer, unusually solemn and quiet.
Edda Eglantine: "I hope all is well, Sir Otto. May the Twelve guide your path well."
Otto Vann: "It will be well enough Edda thank you"
Otto Vann: "How are you?"
Edda Eglantine: "I am well, thank you. This is a mysterious place. I find my heart both lifted and burdened at the same time. Does it not affect you as well?"
Otto Vann: "It is affecting me, I am unsure if I like it"
Otto Vann: "Its hard to retain composure in a place like this and its unusual from what I normally surround myself with"
Edda Eglantine speaks quietly, her voice low. "Yes, it is much the same for me. Still, I believe it will do the both of us some good."
Otto Vann: "Perhaps your right Edda"
Otto Vann: "I can tell you now my mind is racing with problems that I have had come up due to this and how I should resolve them"
Edda Eglantine: "Then the pilgrimage was a success, was it not? I am sure with some meditation you may find the answers you seek."
Otto Vann: "I think....I will seek that actually Edda"
Edda Eglantine smiles. "Excellent." Edda bows to Otto and his lady companion. "Excuse me for a moment."
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Jancis Milburga: "I am so glad you could come. Pray tell, how was Sir Iron the other night? Sir Howl?"
Edda Eglantine looks a bit sheepish. "It went rather well. I've not the knowledge and mind for such... manly things."
Jancis Milburga: "I am glad. I have to admit I do think about you both often of late."
Edda Eglantine: "Oh, is that so? Whatever for?"
Jancis Milburga: "Is something he mentioned the other day. About feeling lost and his purpose."
Jancis Milburga smiles lightly, "A man fights so much he can get lost in it, mayhaps."
Edda Eglantine looks at Jancis, pensive. "Yes, I suppose you're right. If I knew of more such things, perhaps I could do what it is he needs to find his way."
Jancis Milburga: "Alas I only know so much myself. Perhaps he needs someone on, ah, his level. To say. Not height I mean."
Edda Eglantine: Perhaps...
Edda Eglantine looks around the room. "Hmmm..."
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Viral Light briefly glances to Edda Eglantine
Viral Light leans in and whispers something to Sounsyy Mirke.
Sounsyy Mirke smiles at Viral Light.
Viral Light: "I don't even know what to do to be respectful."
Sounsyy Mirke nods slowly to Viral Light. She replies quietly, "Good to see you are not harmed. Though I can't imagine the loser of a duel should be your inspiration."
Viral Light: "Losses teach more than victories do."
Viral Light: "Honestly, I found this..."
Viral Light looks around.
Viral Light: "..event quite by accident. Is there something I'm supposed to do here?"
Sounsyy Mirke returns her gaze upon Thal's visage, "Tonight I would agree," she said softly, "I've never thought highly of Thal... with all he's taken, but I guess in the spirit of things it's worth praying for the safe passage of those I've lost. Those who couldn't be here."
Viral Light: "I definitely feel like an outsider here..."
Viral Light smirks, but then shifts restlessly. She does not take the coin.
Viral Light: "I've seen men and women pray for many things. Some are answered, but most are not. I know they watch, but is it right to ask of them? Our problems are our own, and the dead aren't coming back. Perhaps..perhaps I have the wrong perspective."
Sounsyy Mirke returns the coin to its purse. "As I said, it is not for everyone. I have lost many friends on the path of the sword. I see it is only fair I repay them now."
Viral Light keeps her gaze fixed on the statue.
Iron Sea: "I get a strange feeling every time I stare like that Miss Viral..."
Viral Light: "It's a statue. Representative, to be sure, but it's a statue all the same."
Iron Sea: "I suppose it comes from my first experience being nearly dying before such..."frowns softly. "That alone I suppose is something worth praying for. "
Viral Light smirks again.
Viral Light: "I was there."
Iron Sea: "Indeed, intervention of some sort for certain. "
Iron Sea: "Even Lady Edda showed up, who by all rights had no reason to be there at all. "
Viral Light: "Don't mistake me having a sudden soft-spot for a reckless Roe as divine influence."
Sounsyy Mirke bursts out laughing at Viral Light.
Sounsyy Mirke: "It might be as close as some get in this world."
Viral Light seems lost in thought.
Viral Light twitches her ears.
Viral Light: "Ms. Crofte?"
Viral Light regains her focus.
Sounsyy Mirke looks to Iron Sea, "You were missed earlier friend. Though I dare say it's for the best, as I faired no better this round than last."
Viral Light: "Hey Iron?"
Iron Sea: "Truly...? I honestly had hopes of you taking the whole thing in my absence, but perhaps I am just a fan now. "He smiled faintly ."I've been quite busy with a few things....."Iron dead stopped in mid sentence. "
Iron Sea: "....wha.....t...?"
Viral Light: "Damn.."
Viral Light: "That'll do for now.."
Viral Light: "What?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I've only know Iron a short while, but he has not seemed like himself of late."
Viral Light studies Iron Sea carefully.
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Otto Vann: "Mirke, what does a man like me pray for?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I wouldn't know Ser Otto. Perhaps that yer wealth and good fortune continue? Sometimes it seems that such things require a little help in maintaining."
Otto Vann: "I should pray to myself then? Â Interesting"
Sounsyy Mirke: "If the gods do not care to cast their gaze your way, then yes, it is for man to make his own way. I have found that we mortals must make our own way, but that it is still good to pay homage to those who might aid your path."
Otto Vann: "I see. Â I should pray to myself, for myself. Â Sounds gaudy"
Otto Vann: "All the same"
Sounsyy Mirke laughs at Otto Vann.
Otto Vann: "Perhaps I should pray for a dinner to sweep you off your feet sometime in the future. Â Though perhaps I speak to the wrong deity for such things"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps! I would prefer if our dinner were among the living than the dead. Though the former may make an interesting evening."
Otto Vann: "I would wonder how that would go. Â I'm not much of a fighter. Â You would have to act as my guard-en-vec"
Otto Vann: "Can you believe it though, a man like me. Â Incapable of fighting well"
Otto Vann: "At least I excel in other things"
Sounsyy Mirke: "With a sword on hand I believe I could manage that. Though I could not trust myself in your defense with my fists!"
Sounsyy Mirke laughs at Otto Vann.
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps, you should keep your armor on hand. Sometimes a strong defense outweighs an offense."
Otto Vann: "Ah that's what women like you are for eh?"
Otto Vann: "Guard my precious beard and hair do"
Sounsyy Mirke smiles and nods her head, "Indeed, we could not let any harm befall the Face of Fashion in Ul'dah."
Otto Vann: "Yes indeed, this beautiful, handsome, smiling face"
Otto Vann: "Did you get what you came for from all of this Mirke?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Mm- I believe so. Temporary peace of mind. Sometimes I seek the simple things."
Otto Vann: "Only temporary?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Indeed. Sometimes I worry needlessly over things beyond my control."
Otto Vann: "Anything I can help with?"
Sounsyy Mirke: "I'm afraid not. Though that is not to discourage you. There are merely some issues which are far reaching and I've spent a good deal of time not attending to them."
Otto Vann: "Ah. Â Well in due time I will learn about them perhaps"
Otto Vann: "Who knows perhaps I can in the future"
Sounsyy Mirke: "Perhaps! Fer now, let us focus on getting that dinner afore much else?"
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