Ampere noted the rushed entrance of a seemingly panicked Miqo'te, vaguely wondering what her hurry was for. His lips turned into a frown as he began to chastise himself for his musings. What use was there to ponder the circumstances of a stranger, when he himself was also so desperately pressed for time?
After all, the pale Elezen needed to get started quickly on his beast hunt if he wanted a decent shot at the reward, but he also needed to find someone to complete a certain separate task for him, all before sundown. It's why he had entered such a little-known establishment in the first place. What he desired was an air of confidentiality and subtlety.
Suddenly a sharp, aggravated growl was heard, followed by the jarring thud of a knocked over wooden table. Ampere lifted up his hat so he could stare in confusion as multiple brawls seemed to spontaneously erupt within the tavern's interior.Â
The lancer tried to search for a reason for the sudden commotion, but judging by how other patrons laughed and cheered the combatants, and the barkeep simply gripped the handle of his machinist gun with a relatively calm demeanor, Ampere could only assume that this was a rather common occurrence.
Groaning as he dragged his wide-brimmed hat further down his face, the Elezen decided that he should have seen this coming. In Ul'dah, a less reputable tavern didn't mean that the people inside more calm and cautious, it simply meant that there were less people who cared about stopping bar fights when they inevitably broke out.Â
Concluding that this was far from the most appropriate place to seek out a discreet individual, Ampere was about to turn to leave when he caught sight of the Miqo'te he had seen before, who had now blended herself into a shadowy corner. In contrast to the rest of the Drunken Dune's rowdy residents, she seemed much more quiet and reserved, pulling her scarf to hide a portion of her face...much like what Ampere himself frequently did with his hat. They were simply covering up the opposite hemispheres of their heads, as it were.
Shrugging and decided he had nothing in particular to lose, the grey clothed lancer made his way across the room towards the Miqo'te, deftly dodging haphazardly thrown punches and flying drinks along the way.Â
"Excuse me. I have a proposition for you. I offer a relatively high amount of pay for a relatively simple task." Ampere spoke quietly as he finally reached the scarfed woman's corner.
Saying little else in the way of explanation, the Elezen reached into his satchel and pulled out a hefty pouch of gil, setting it gently on the surface of the table between him and the Miqo'te.
"The reason I'm asking you is because everyone else seems...well..." Ampere paused as he turned around, his eyes squinting at the various cacophonous altercations still taking place. "...Somewhat preoccupied. May I sit down?"
After all, the pale Elezen needed to get started quickly on his beast hunt if he wanted a decent shot at the reward, but he also needed to find someone to complete a certain separate task for him, all before sundown. It's why he had entered such a little-known establishment in the first place. What he desired was an air of confidentiality and subtlety.
Suddenly a sharp, aggravated growl was heard, followed by the jarring thud of a knocked over wooden table. Ampere lifted up his hat so he could stare in confusion as multiple brawls seemed to spontaneously erupt within the tavern's interior.Â
The lancer tried to search for a reason for the sudden commotion, but judging by how other patrons laughed and cheered the combatants, and the barkeep simply gripped the handle of his machinist gun with a relatively calm demeanor, Ampere could only assume that this was a rather common occurrence.
Groaning as he dragged his wide-brimmed hat further down his face, the Elezen decided that he should have seen this coming. In Ul'dah, a less reputable tavern didn't mean that the people inside more calm and cautious, it simply meant that there were less people who cared about stopping bar fights when they inevitably broke out.Â
Concluding that this was far from the most appropriate place to seek out a discreet individual, Ampere was about to turn to leave when he caught sight of the Miqo'te he had seen before, who had now blended herself into a shadowy corner. In contrast to the rest of the Drunken Dune's rowdy residents, she seemed much more quiet and reserved, pulling her scarf to hide a portion of her face...much like what Ampere himself frequently did with his hat. They were simply covering up the opposite hemispheres of their heads, as it were.
Shrugging and decided he had nothing in particular to lose, the grey clothed lancer made his way across the room towards the Miqo'te, deftly dodging haphazardly thrown punches and flying drinks along the way.Â
"Excuse me. I have a proposition for you. I offer a relatively high amount of pay for a relatively simple task." Ampere spoke quietly as he finally reached the scarfed woman's corner.
Saying little else in the way of explanation, the Elezen reached into his satchel and pulled out a hefty pouch of gil, setting it gently on the surface of the table between him and the Miqo'te.
"The reason I'm asking you is because everyone else seems...well..." Ampere paused as he turned around, his eyes squinting at the various cacophonous altercations still taking place. "...Somewhat preoccupied. May I sit down?"
