On the shore of La Noscea, Jana Ridah, partially-undercover while working for the Arcanists' Guild, was looking over a shipment of contraband that had washed ashore after being thrown overboard. As if that would save it from falling into the hands of any officials... But along with the crate of shady herbs was a bottle that had gotten caught up in the same current.
The miqo'te had a mind to toss it out, until she felt just how heavy it was... Emptying it out, she pocketed the gil, briefly scanned the page, saw it wasn't any sort of shipping manifest, and put it back into the bottle to be tossed into the nearest wastebasket. Pirates could be so silly sometimes. What kind of blowhard would write a poem to be tossed into the sea with money?
The miqo'te had a mind to toss it out, until she felt just how heavy it was... Emptying it out, she pocketed the gil, briefly scanned the page, saw it wasn't any sort of shipping manifest, and put it back into the bottle to be tossed into the nearest wastebasket. Pirates could be so silly sometimes. What kind of blowhard would write a poem to be tossed into the sea with money?
