The night is humid in Ul'dah, the smell of wine and women in the air, street lamps flickering bright with flame. The streets are not quiet though, never in this city, with gil to make and purses to take.
Among the Quicksand the noise is a low murmur, conversations kept to their tables. The slouched shoulders of weary men shadow one table, sitting for a last glass of ale before bed. Close by a skinny Hyur paces at the rail, wearing down the floorboards. A heavily cloaked man, unseen and likely boiling within the confines of his clothing, bends over to speak with the innkeeper, hooligans eying the pouch at his belt.
At one table though a Lalafell man sits, fine silks perfectly pressed, pristine jewels on his fingers rubbing skin red as he wrings nervous hands. The golden dagger at his hip seems for show to a trained eye, as his flesh had never seen a hard day of training in his life.
Moedar Maddin. This is the man Momodi motions you to, sitting a jitter in his seat.
Among the Quicksand the noise is a low murmur, conversations kept to their tables. The slouched shoulders of weary men shadow one table, sitting for a last glass of ale before bed. Close by a skinny Hyur paces at the rail, wearing down the floorboards. A heavily cloaked man, unseen and likely boiling within the confines of his clothing, bends over to speak with the innkeeper, hooligans eying the pouch at his belt.
At one table though a Lalafell man sits, fine silks perfectly pressed, pristine jewels on his fingers rubbing skin red as he wrings nervous hands. The golden dagger at his hip seems for show to a trained eye, as his flesh had never seen a hard day of training in his life.
Moedar Maddin. This is the man Momodi motions you to, sitting a jitter in his seat.
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