Airship. Departed from Ul'dah at twilight
Returned to Ul'dah yesterday, clad in a hood despite the heat. (But what did I fear?) The dust on skin, constant chatter, cloying merchant smiles, sweat, sun. Yesterday, after wandering around for a hour, I Â retreated into the Quicksand to wait for Kokoniku and looked briefly into dozens of faces wholly unfamiliar to me. Have I been away too long, silly, wretched city I have somehow forgiven, if there is anything to forgive?
I told myself that the assignments brought me here, but that is probably not the whole truth.Â
In the Quicksand I found myself accosted by a similarly hooded being, a Lalafell by the name of Jigumundo Darkbore who's a researcher of the arcane. We met again earlier today on the stairs near the Gladiators where I earned myself a short series of shrill yells from him for jolting him from his slumber (and, it must be admitted, causing him to perform a little tumble down the steps). Mister Darkbore is interestingly unreserved about his alleged homicidal instinct, and while I don't doubt his powers or intellect, he seems, deep down beneath, to just be a certified grump.Â
So I agreed, on impulse, to be his research assistant. Good timing; my wallet is thinning. My first task is to procure him willing Miqo'tes for him to inspect their ears. I'm not sure how he acquired his racist distaste for members of the Miqo'te race - he simply claims they lack intelligence. Silly. The arcanist guildmaster happens to be one K'rhid Tia, and that's just one case in point.Â
I suppose I will wait for his letters in Limsa Lominsa.
See you sometime, Ul'dah.Â
Returned to Ul'dah yesterday, clad in a hood despite the heat. (But what did I fear?) The dust on skin, constant chatter, cloying merchant smiles, sweat, sun. Yesterday, after wandering around for a hour, I Â retreated into the Quicksand to wait for Kokoniku and looked briefly into dozens of faces wholly unfamiliar to me. Have I been away too long, silly, wretched city I have somehow forgiven, if there is anything to forgive?
I told myself that the assignments brought me here, but that is probably not the whole truth.Â
In the Quicksand I found myself accosted by a similarly hooded being, a Lalafell by the name of Jigumundo Darkbore who's a researcher of the arcane. We met again earlier today on the stairs near the Gladiators where I earned myself a short series of shrill yells from him for jolting him from his slumber (and, it must be admitted, causing him to perform a little tumble down the steps). Mister Darkbore is interestingly unreserved about his alleged homicidal instinct, and while I don't doubt his powers or intellect, he seems, deep down beneath, to just be a certified grump.Â
So I agreed, on impulse, to be his research assistant. Good timing; my wallet is thinning. My first task is to procure him willing Miqo'tes for him to inspect their ears. I'm not sure how he acquired his racist distaste for members of the Miqo'te race - he simply claims they lack intelligence. Silly. The arcanist guildmaster happens to be one K'rhid Tia, and that's just one case in point.Â
I suppose I will wait for his letters in Limsa Lominsa.
See you sometime, Ul'dah.Â
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