Whatever had possessed him to travel to Ul'dah for a short say hadn't left any motivation to actually do anything inside the city. Not even a bell had passed once Franz had gotten off the airship, and he had already felt the warm desert heat, seen multiple homeless refugees begging for change and had been harassed by a very vocal merchant to the point that he'd bought new clothes to shut the man up. He could feel his coin purse getting lighter with every step.
"But sir! You couldn't possibly leave without a proper hat to go with everything else!" The incessant voice of the merchant pushed on. With a groan, he took out the coin purse, nearly pleading. "And just how much is the hat?! Haven't you gotten enough from me?" Walking away with more gil that he's hoped to get from upselling, the lalafellin merchant called out to the person he'd expected was just an unshaved Highlander. "A pleasure doing business with a man who lived with 'sworn once, sir. A pleasure..."
But rather than listen to whatever the merchant had said, Franz was more busy making his leave from the city. As he walked past the Gate of Thal, he figured he would simply walk around part of the city, tracing its walls until the Gate of Nald, where he'd re-enter. Just something to break the new clothes in with. As he neared his destination, he saw a woman leaving with a basket, heading towards a small refugee settlement just outside the city. The people had seemed to flock around her, and he found himself slightly interested. He walked closer, ilm by ilm to see what was going about, when he heard a familiar voice.
Walking up to one of the tents, he saw a familiar man, and the unknown woman.
"...G'leo? What are you doing in a refugee camp?"
"But sir! You couldn't possibly leave without a proper hat to go with everything else!" The incessant voice of the merchant pushed on. With a groan, he took out the coin purse, nearly pleading. "And just how much is the hat?! Haven't you gotten enough from me?" Walking away with more gil that he's hoped to get from upselling, the lalafellin merchant called out to the person he'd expected was just an unshaved Highlander. "A pleasure doing business with a man who lived with 'sworn once, sir. A pleasure..."
But rather than listen to whatever the merchant had said, Franz was more busy making his leave from the city. As he walked past the Gate of Thal, he figured he would simply walk around part of the city, tracing its walls until the Gate of Nald, where he'd re-enter. Just something to break the new clothes in with. As he neared his destination, he saw a woman leaving with a basket, heading towards a small refugee settlement just outside the city. The people had seemed to flock around her, and he found himself slightly interested. He walked closer, ilm by ilm to see what was going about, when he heard a familiar voice.
Walking up to one of the tents, he saw a familiar man, and the unknown woman.
"...G'leo? What are you doing in a refugee camp?"
