Last Saturday...
"FORBIDDEN: FAT. RECOMMENDED: LEAN CUTS," the Judge stated curtly to the merchant as he looked over the hunks of smoked algoat that the latter had hung up to entice customers. Customers like Jredthys, who was in the mood for something savory for dinner. He was usually in favor of such things for dinner - it was only proper, after all, to have the final meal before slumber being something filling that would sustain him until he broke fast in the morning. Given the sack of supposed foodstuffs slung over his shoulder, though, one would think he was stocking up for some oncoming disaster.
Something touched Jredthys' senses then, causing him to look away from the merchant as the Hellsguard bragged about the quality of his cuts and how his slaughtered beasts were raised. The heavily armored man's gaze, hidden beneath the thick visor of his helm, instead turned northward as the Roegadyn's words muted to mere background noise. He was... needed. Something was calling out to his sensibilities - a near-silent siren's call beckoning him beyond the walls of Ul'dah. Calling to him as a Judge.
"Hey."
And then it was gone, almost as quickly as it came, leaving naught but the faint feeling of missed opportunity. What was it? What had called to him so? It had vaguely familiar to a call he had heard many, many years ago; a song sung to the sensibilities of his younger, more ambitious self. Perhaps it was that familiarity that made it so troubling to him, a memory best left unremembered.
"Oy, you in there?"
However, he reminded himself, it was not proper to dwell on missed opportunities - you either took advantage of them or not. He had not, thus he could voice no complaint about the matter. That was the whole of it, written in simple black and white. Viewing the matter in such a basic division helped to temper the Judge's nerves, returning him to a less agitated state. Though, it was hard to tell any changes in emotion at all through the thick casing of steel he enclosed himself within.
"Look, ser," the merchant's tone cut through the remaining mists of his thoughts like a sword, the Roegadyn's trepidation at accosting the heavily armed and armored man balanced by his desire to turn a profit this sun. "I got a lotta customers waiting behind you. Are you buying or not?"
"YES."
An armored hand reached out and snatched an entire half of an aldgoat - left hanging to provide "fresh" cuts as per the customer's request - from its strained hook. The merchant reached out after it as it was slung over an armored shoulder like a second sack made of flesh, but his complaints died in his throat as a hefty sack of coin was placed atop his bloody counter. The Hellsguard busied himself with counting his new-found bounty, heedless of his aforementioned other customers, as the Judge departed from his stall.
While the thoughts of the sudden calling had been dismissed from Jredthys' mind, its passing was not without mark. A deep rumbling in his gut had been the cause of his sudden, massive purchase. He was hungry, so he would eat. He would take these foodstuffs back and make himself quite the meal indeed, as was proper for a hunger of this magnitude. And so, as the armored man's thoughts focused on the feast he was soon to create, the Grindstone rumbled on - the missing Overseers' roles filled by previous champions rather than by a certain Judge and his strange mannerisms.
Perhaps it was for the best.
"FORBIDDEN: FAT. RECOMMENDED: LEAN CUTS," the Judge stated curtly to the merchant as he looked over the hunks of smoked algoat that the latter had hung up to entice customers. Customers like Jredthys, who was in the mood for something savory for dinner. He was usually in favor of such things for dinner - it was only proper, after all, to have the final meal before slumber being something filling that would sustain him until he broke fast in the morning. Given the sack of supposed foodstuffs slung over his shoulder, though, one would think he was stocking up for some oncoming disaster.
Something touched Jredthys' senses then, causing him to look away from the merchant as the Hellsguard bragged about the quality of his cuts and how his slaughtered beasts were raised. The heavily armored man's gaze, hidden beneath the thick visor of his helm, instead turned northward as the Roegadyn's words muted to mere background noise. He was... needed. Something was calling out to his sensibilities - a near-silent siren's call beckoning him beyond the walls of Ul'dah. Calling to him as a Judge.
"Hey."
And then it was gone, almost as quickly as it came, leaving naught but the faint feeling of missed opportunity. What was it? What had called to him so? It had vaguely familiar to a call he had heard many, many years ago; a song sung to the sensibilities of his younger, more ambitious self. Perhaps it was that familiarity that made it so troubling to him, a memory best left unremembered.
"Oy, you in there?"
However, he reminded himself, it was not proper to dwell on missed opportunities - you either took advantage of them or not. He had not, thus he could voice no complaint about the matter. That was the whole of it, written in simple black and white. Viewing the matter in such a basic division helped to temper the Judge's nerves, returning him to a less agitated state. Though, it was hard to tell any changes in emotion at all through the thick casing of steel he enclosed himself within.
"Look, ser," the merchant's tone cut through the remaining mists of his thoughts like a sword, the Roegadyn's trepidation at accosting the heavily armed and armored man balanced by his desire to turn a profit this sun. "I got a lotta customers waiting behind you. Are you buying or not?"
"YES."
An armored hand reached out and snatched an entire half of an aldgoat - left hanging to provide "fresh" cuts as per the customer's request - from its strained hook. The merchant reached out after it as it was slung over an armored shoulder like a second sack made of flesh, but his complaints died in his throat as a hefty sack of coin was placed atop his bloody counter. The Hellsguard busied himself with counting his new-found bounty, heedless of his aforementioned other customers, as the Judge departed from his stall.
While the thoughts of the sudden calling had been dismissed from Jredthys' mind, its passing was not without mark. A deep rumbling in his gut had been the cause of his sudden, massive purchase. He was hungry, so he would eat. He would take these foodstuffs back and make himself quite the meal indeed, as was proper for a hunger of this magnitude. And so, as the armored man's thoughts focused on the feast he was soon to create, the Grindstone rumbled on - the missing Overseers' roles filled by previous champions rather than by a certain Judge and his strange mannerisms.
Perhaps it was for the best.
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