Ire flashed in Gogonji's violet eyes as as the talkywand was pressed into his face. He was on his way to deliver a message to Annunu regarding her mission - a simple task complicated by this garish fool with a pearl on a stick. At least her stumbling upon his temporary base of operations here at the Bobbing Cork had turned into something useful somehow. This particular encounter was a public relations situation, not unlike the surprise Magitek device the aforementioned female Lalafell had brought to his doorstep, and with even less chance for profit off it.
"I care little for their problems," he commented curtly, a bit of hurt over his betrayal by an Ishgardian seeping out over his eagerness to continue on his way. "They've been fighting the dragons for cycles; there is nothing new here. There are other, more pressing, matters that require more immediate attention than some garish aggrandizement of the status quo."
Gogonji harrumphed in spite of himself as he adjusted his spectacles. He had said more than he had intended, but he had managed enough wherewithal to avoid stating anything that he might regret later. And it was all true. Eorzea had other issues they were ignoring in favor of petty squabbles and a standstill conflict that had been going on for hundreds of cycles now. He would remind them, of course, and in doing so set in motion what was needed to deal with the threat once and for all - and get his revenge in kind.
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have more important things to do than prattle on about nonsense."
And with that, the green-haired Lalafell pushed his way past the golden-garbed reporter, making his way out the door.
"I care little for their problems," he commented curtly, a bit of hurt over his betrayal by an Ishgardian seeping out over his eagerness to continue on his way. "They've been fighting the dragons for cycles; there is nothing new here. There are other, more pressing, matters that require more immediate attention than some garish aggrandizement of the status quo."
Gogonji harrumphed in spite of himself as he adjusted his spectacles. He had said more than he had intended, but he had managed enough wherewithal to avoid stating anything that he might regret later. And it was all true. Eorzea had other issues they were ignoring in favor of petty squabbles and a standstill conflict that had been going on for hundreds of cycles now. He would remind them, of course, and in doing so set in motion what was needed to deal with the threat once and for all - and get his revenge in kind.
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have more important things to do than prattle on about nonsense."
And with that, the green-haired Lalafell pushed his way past the golden-garbed reporter, making his way out the door.
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