The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a awoke the next day to a excited commotion coming from outside. Slowly, the male pulled a long sleeve shirt over his stiff and scared torso and limped outside.
Jin'a blinkwd hard against the noon time sun as his dilated pupils shrunk. Before him was a wagon with a lavishly dressed hyur descending from the back, the staff of the vineyard welcoming their employer home excitedly. Jin'a yawned and returned to the tiny shed that housed his bed and a single dresser.
Jin'a re-emerged a bell later, cleaned, shaven, and dressed in coat once again, his boots crunching dust and gravel beneath him as he strolled out into the vine fields once more, ambling towards the dead coeurl's remains.Â
By the time he arrived, the beast's corpse was already loaded onto a wagon and being driven away. The miqo'te was about to turn and truck back through the muck of last nights rain when a voice cried out.
Jin'a flapped his ears several times as he turned and watched as the white silk wearing form.of his employer danced across the mud strewn field, seemingly unconcerned that his white shoes were now caked in mud.
"Jin'a, another fine bit of work while I was gone. I had my reservations about leaving you here but seems to have been sound advice." The hyur employeeing Jin'a was a kind enough hyur well into his sixties with white hair almost as pure as his suit's hue. Jin'a grinned sheepishly and shrugged.
"Just doing my job sir, nothing more." The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a answered.
"True true but you do it well. Saved me who knows how much time and Gil handling these brutes and keeping them from my work chocobo's. And the rodents, why they practically disappeared. Like magic."
More like technology. Jin'a thought. Aloud he said:
"Again sir just earning my keep. How was the ball?" Jin'a added the last part in a hope to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Wonderful. Ul'duh was a delight, a marvel. Next time I travel you must join me on a trip to there , Jin'a."
"I don't know." Jin'a said slowly, again wishing to shift the conversation away from certain topics. "A city in the desert full of  bunch of business people? Sounds like the sort of place I wouldn't belong." Jin'a turned and looked at the rolling hills and the hyur studied the miqo'te in silence for a long time.
"Jin'a. I don't care who you were before you came here. But do I need to know is your history going to cause me any problems down the line?"
Jin'a jerked his head around and gazed wide eyed at the hyur in white. Jin'a's mouth went dry and he stammered.
"You think you're the first person with a shady last I've hired here in all my years?" The vineyard owner said with a dry chuckle as he patted Jin'a on the left shoulder, noting the metal clang that arose when his rings hit. "You aren't. And you won't be the last. But when I saw how fast you turned down going to Ul'dah a few days ago, I got to thinking. I don't want or need details but do I need to be concerned about old enemies or bounty hunters kicking down the gates to my establishment some day?"
Jin'a gazed in stunned silence and all he could muster up in reply was a weak:
"I don't know."
The hyur in white chuckled loudly and nodded as he patted Jin'a's shoulder again.
"Jin'a, least you were honest there. I'll accept that. Just keep working for me as efficiently as you have been and I will have no reason to dig into your past. Fair enough?"
Jin'a raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he nodded in understanding.
"More than fair, sir."
"Good!" The man in white replied. "Now then come along. I picked up a bottle of whiskey per yer request and figure best give it to you."
Jin'a nodded and the two men slowly made their way back to the buildings.
Jin'a blinkwd hard against the noon time sun as his dilated pupils shrunk. Before him was a wagon with a lavishly dressed hyur descending from the back, the staff of the vineyard welcoming their employer home excitedly. Jin'a yawned and returned to the tiny shed that housed his bed and a single dresser.
Jin'a re-emerged a bell later, cleaned, shaven, and dressed in coat once again, his boots crunching dust and gravel beneath him as he strolled out into the vine fields once more, ambling towards the dead coeurl's remains.Â
By the time he arrived, the beast's corpse was already loaded onto a wagon and being driven away. The miqo'te was about to turn and truck back through the muck of last nights rain when a voice cried out.
Jin'a flapped his ears several times as he turned and watched as the white silk wearing form.of his employer danced across the mud strewn field, seemingly unconcerned that his white shoes were now caked in mud.
"Jin'a, another fine bit of work while I was gone. I had my reservations about leaving you here but seems to have been sound advice." The hyur employeeing Jin'a was a kind enough hyur well into his sixties with white hair almost as pure as his suit's hue. Jin'a grinned sheepishly and shrugged.
"Just doing my job sir, nothing more." The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a answered.
"True true but you do it well. Saved me who knows how much time and Gil handling these brutes and keeping them from my work chocobo's. And the rodents, why they practically disappeared. Like magic."
More like technology. Jin'a thought. Aloud he said:
"Again sir just earning my keep. How was the ball?" Jin'a added the last part in a hope to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Wonderful. Ul'duh was a delight, a marvel. Next time I travel you must join me on a trip to there , Jin'a."
"I don't know." Jin'a said slowly, again wishing to shift the conversation away from certain topics. "A city in the desert full of  bunch of business people? Sounds like the sort of place I wouldn't belong." Jin'a turned and looked at the rolling hills and the hyur studied the miqo'te in silence for a long time.
"Jin'a. I don't care who you were before you came here. But do I need to know is your history going to cause me any problems down the line?"
Jin'a jerked his head around and gazed wide eyed at the hyur in white. Jin'a's mouth went dry and he stammered.
"You think you're the first person with a shady last I've hired here in all my years?" The vineyard owner said with a dry chuckle as he patted Jin'a on the left shoulder, noting the metal clang that arose when his rings hit. "You aren't. And you won't be the last. But when I saw how fast you turned down going to Ul'dah a few days ago, I got to thinking. I don't want or need details but do I need to be concerned about old enemies or bounty hunters kicking down the gates to my establishment some day?"
Jin'a gazed in stunned silence and all he could muster up in reply was a weak:
"I don't know."
The hyur in white chuckled loudly and nodded as he patted Jin'a's shoulder again.
"Jin'a, least you were honest there. I'll accept that. Just keep working for me as efficiently as you have been and I will have no reason to dig into your past. Fair enough?"
Jin'a raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he nodded in understanding.
"More than fair, sir."
"Good!" The man in white replied. "Now then come along. I picked up a bottle of whiskey per yer request and figure best give it to you."
Jin'a nodded and the two men slowly made their way back to the buildings.
