"It would have been a futile attempt to leave. Reckless, even."
Jancis nodded and followed Franz. That word, 'reckless', was becoming a theme for the night.
He had used it first, calling Jancis reckless for being so obvious. She had been asking around Limsa, the dockworkers, the merchants, about a man named Jin'li. It was typical to not get answers on anything important, but the reactions worked out well. Some knew something and didn't want to talk. News from some others and gossip about vagrants going missing was sadly another clue.
But Franz was right, her lack of subtle nature made her actions more of a bait; what she didn't fear on one side brought potential harm. She had reversed the word on him afterwards, calling his choice to be isolated reckless. So they were both reckless.
At least this way, two reckless people together had a better chance of surviving.
Jancis had grown up in the Shroud, the sounds and winds, the stronger awareness of the elements made it familiar ground. But she was watching Franz. She had focused her training on people:heal wounds, look for wounds. Poor man seemed doomed either way. He was walking carefully; he was stressed. As she followed him and sat down at the table, she waited to bring it up.
“So what is this game you had mentioned?â€
"Ah, yes. It is a fun little thing. Is very easy to learn." Opening her satchel, she brought out a tied handkerchief, a grid design stitched into it. Tied within were small flat white river rocks with one side painted black. She spread it out flat in the middle of the table, giving him half of the pieces, and set up the game to start. "The idea is you cover the other."
She demonstrated the move by starting. "Because no piece should be alone. Want all the pieces to trust you." she said, half joking, half metaphor.
"But each piece is strong in its own way, is it not?"
Jancis nodded and followed Franz. That word, 'reckless', was becoming a theme for the night.
He had used it first, calling Jancis reckless for being so obvious. She had been asking around Limsa, the dockworkers, the merchants, about a man named Jin'li. It was typical to not get answers on anything important, but the reactions worked out well. Some knew something and didn't want to talk. News from some others and gossip about vagrants going missing was sadly another clue.
But Franz was right, her lack of subtle nature made her actions more of a bait; what she didn't fear on one side brought potential harm. She had reversed the word on him afterwards, calling his choice to be isolated reckless. So they were both reckless.
At least this way, two reckless people together had a better chance of surviving.
Jancis had grown up in the Shroud, the sounds and winds, the stronger awareness of the elements made it familiar ground. But she was watching Franz. She had focused her training on people:heal wounds, look for wounds. Poor man seemed doomed either way. He was walking carefully; he was stressed. As she followed him and sat down at the table, she waited to bring it up.
“So what is this game you had mentioned?â€
"Ah, yes. It is a fun little thing. Is very easy to learn." Opening her satchel, she brought out a tied handkerchief, a grid design stitched into it. Tied within were small flat white river rocks with one side painted black. She spread it out flat in the middle of the table, giving him half of the pieces, and set up the game to start. "The idea is you cover the other."
She demonstrated the move by starting. "Because no piece should be alone. Want all the pieces to trust you." she said, half joking, half metaphor.
"But each piece is strong in its own way, is it not?"
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