Steel shielded her armored hand overhead to beat away the desert sun, grunting at the effort to do so. She had let herself get carried away by drink again, and every joint was laden by the weight of pudding. She was in the area to head to the nearby mines, but didn't see the damage of having a night in her favorite watering hole in the city.
Of course, she knew she would pay for it. The Ul'dah Toll, she referred to it as. It was a typical payment for her.
Walking through the streets near the quicksand, she was used to a variety of odd sights that culminated in to the normal of the city--dancers in the middle of the street, vendors peddling their wares, corners of the walls as meeting rooms for any number of shadowy dealings. This time, however, her eyes fell on a curious sight, even for Ul'dah. A baby behemoth, trotting through the streets as if it was head marshal of a victory parade. She could almost hear a song playing in the tiny porcine's head.
Intrigued, she decided to follow the animal, trying her best to not look too obvious despite her significant height. Maybe it was lost. Maybe it was valuable. Or maybe it would get in to trouble and she would have to bring her axe to bear. Either case, her chocobo Guldblyss hated the heat, and would not complain if she were stabled in the shade a few bells longer.
Of course, she knew she would pay for it. The Ul'dah Toll, she referred to it as. It was a typical payment for her.
Walking through the streets near the quicksand, she was used to a variety of odd sights that culminated in to the normal of the city--dancers in the middle of the street, vendors peddling their wares, corners of the walls as meeting rooms for any number of shadowy dealings. This time, however, her eyes fell on a curious sight, even for Ul'dah. A baby behemoth, trotting through the streets as if it was head marshal of a victory parade. She could almost hear a song playing in the tiny porcine's head.
Intrigued, she decided to follow the animal, trying her best to not look too obvious despite her significant height. Maybe it was lost. Maybe it was valuable. Or maybe it would get in to trouble and she would have to bring her axe to bear. Either case, her chocobo Guldblyss hated the heat, and would not complain if she were stabled in the shade a few bells longer.
