The corner of her mouth tugged as she mimicked the expression, the look on his face the reward for a hard night.
"You are welcome." She replied, her voice sincere despite its throaty tone. There wasn't regret or built up politeness muddled. She barged in and pushed herself to be welcomed into his grief and he ended up thanking her for it.
Jancis didn't move, any limb a token resistance to moving as he shifted and stood up. She sat still as she listened to the morning birds, the faint sound of the day's business starting in the small shroud market hub. There was a serene peace for a few minutes until she shuffled and sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.
"It is more clear now why Jin'li has decided to target you. We have much to do."
She slipped off the bed and retrieved the satchel, putting it on the table in front of Franz. Standing next to him, she pulled the roll of papers from it, letters bundled to the those she knew in Ul'dah. She sorted it through it, pulling out one in particular.
"This man here is Sir Kahn'a Od'hilkas. He saved my life from the onslaught that Jin'li brought to ravage the city. Lady Crofte knows he is more of a, ah, tactics man of the Immortal Flames. And he has other more useful contacts. Might have run into him and not even realized it."
She flipped through some other names, briefly mentioning them, but implying that they've all worked for one another in the past. The satchel was for him and she left it there as such. "Lady Edda will hopefully be returning soon from her father's estate. With her supplies and abilities, we will be able to rebuild more."
"Everyone deserves to have their second chances, Franz. Atonement. Or perhaps it is only a matter of perspective?"Â she asked, looking down on his face. "I have done plenty wrong in my Turns; shall likely commit more. It does not negate my efforts to want to do better, however. It is a job for more than one person to accomplish."
"You are welcome." She replied, her voice sincere despite its throaty tone. There wasn't regret or built up politeness muddled. She barged in and pushed herself to be welcomed into his grief and he ended up thanking her for it.
Jancis didn't move, any limb a token resistance to moving as he shifted and stood up. She sat still as she listened to the morning birds, the faint sound of the day's business starting in the small shroud market hub. There was a serene peace for a few minutes until she shuffled and sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.
"It is more clear now why Jin'li has decided to target you. We have much to do."
She slipped off the bed and retrieved the satchel, putting it on the table in front of Franz. Standing next to him, she pulled the roll of papers from it, letters bundled to the those she knew in Ul'dah. She sorted it through it, pulling out one in particular.
"This man here is Sir Kahn'a Od'hilkas. He saved my life from the onslaught that Jin'li brought to ravage the city. Lady Crofte knows he is more of a, ah, tactics man of the Immortal Flames. And he has other more useful contacts. Might have run into him and not even realized it."
She flipped through some other names, briefly mentioning them, but implying that they've all worked for one another in the past. The satchel was for him and she left it there as such. "Lady Edda will hopefully be returning soon from her father's estate. With her supplies and abilities, we will be able to rebuild more."
"Everyone deserves to have their second chances, Franz. Atonement. Or perhaps it is only a matter of perspective?"Â she asked, looking down on his face. "I have done plenty wrong in my Turns; shall likely commit more. It does not negate my efforts to want to do better, however. It is a job for more than one person to accomplish."
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