Otto takes his own drink from the table, holding the rim of the tumbler to his nose, swirling the glasses contents as he pays attention to Eva's eyes, watching her scan the room. He holds onto the thought as he takes his first sip, bitter and everything else he likes. He leaves his glass to sit upon one of the arm-rests of his chair as he leans forward to the table to take the newspaper. He gets recomforted in his chair, crossing a leg as he lounges, taking time to unfold and flip through the paper to scan for a headline he was interested in. As he is reading the paper he speaks to her while not looking up from it "What is your hesitation with the money?" He asks bluntly and plainly. "It's very rare to have millions handed to a desperate-for-cash someone on a crusade and they focus their efforts on ignoring it and instead ask about other dealings. Are you so eager to hang off my arm as we visit those camp you've come to stay in?"
Otto lets his words hang, still shuffling through pages of his paper until he comes to the article he was looking for. It is a piece outlining the struggles having refugees live off the outer-walls of Ul'dah brings. Written by a classist, the language is vulgar though retaining truths about the crime, the chaotic nature of the camps, recent struggles and arrests, and a host of other problems. He folds the paper in half long-ways and slaps it on the table in front of her with a gesture for her to read "Do you think me taking you on my arm to this place, clad in a dress of my design with millions of gil in hand can fix this? Tell me of your plans to bring any sort of relief with my backing."
Otto lets his words hang, still shuffling through pages of his paper until he comes to the article he was looking for. It is a piece outlining the struggles having refugees live off the outer-walls of Ul'dah brings. Written by a classist, the language is vulgar though retaining truths about the crime, the chaotic nature of the camps, recent struggles and arrests, and a host of other problems. He folds the paper in half long-ways and slaps it on the table in front of her with a gesture for her to read "Do you think me taking you on my arm to this place, clad in a dress of my design with millions of gil in hand can fix this? Tell me of your plans to bring any sort of relief with my backing."
