Erik, Kahn'a, Mikh'a, and Raimy snuck aboard the small freighter bound for the Silver Bazaar like wisps in the night. Once the boat stopped, there was no harm but to the port watchman done as they left the ship, Erik using a sleeper hold on the man to quiet any alarm. In less then an hour after they stood at the gates of Ul'dah, never had they seemed so unfriendly.
The Captain huddled them together before they entered, "We all have tasks, things that must be seen to before we slip away. Gather what we need from the Hall, load the Falcon and fly it to the Highlands, Thanalan and the Alliance has no pull there. If this becomes serious, we will need all we can grab, the airship included." Erik froze silent and looked in the direction of two guards 50 fulms away. As they carried on he continued, "I am going to the Flame Hall, do not follow or wait for me, I will meet you all in Ishgard." He stood and moved toward the clearing, stopping before leaving the group, "You know what you must do.... Make it so."
The city was hard to disappear in, he had been here far to long. But that could be a good thing too. He moved quietly, hope in his heart the shadows and moonless night would help him. To the alley to the west enterance of the Quicksand he moved. In the west wall of the building Erik moved his hand allong the wall feeling for..... there. A brick, loose to the touch. He pulled it out abd reach into the cavity behind it. He drew out a fresh sword, shield, a few more bricks falling away. A black hooded robe, an axe. He equipped this gear, hanging on a coin purse, full of gil and papers, a new identity. Erik had holes like this all over the city, never be to careful. He took what he had now and moved to the Flame Hall, to find Montblanc, and to find some answers.
The Captain huddled them together before they entered, "We all have tasks, things that must be seen to before we slip away. Gather what we need from the Hall, load the Falcon and fly it to the Highlands, Thanalan and the Alliance has no pull there. If this becomes serious, we will need all we can grab, the airship included." Erik froze silent and looked in the direction of two guards 50 fulms away. As they carried on he continued, "I am going to the Flame Hall, do not follow or wait for me, I will meet you all in Ishgard." He stood and moved toward the clearing, stopping before leaving the group, "You know what you must do.... Make it so."
The city was hard to disappear in, he had been here far to long. But that could be a good thing too. He moved quietly, hope in his heart the shadows and moonless night would help him. To the alley to the west enterance of the Quicksand he moved. In the west wall of the building Erik moved his hand allong the wall feeling for..... there. A brick, loose to the touch. He pulled it out abd reach into the cavity behind it. He drew out a fresh sword, shield, a few more bricks falling away. A black hooded robe, an axe. He equipped this gear, hanging on a coin purse, full of gil and papers, a new identity. Erik had holes like this all over the city, never be to careful. He took what he had now and moved to the Flame Hall, to find Montblanc, and to find some answers.
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