Elle's long bow, the same height as herself, tapped the ground and leaned against the wall to rest alongside the quiver so she could take a seat. Adjusting her tail to wrap over her thighs she pulled the fingerless gloves from her hands and dropped them onto the table with a little sigh of relief. Clenching and widening her digits in a stretch and hearing the popping sensations of her knuckles.Â
The tavern's crowd went from sullen to boisterous in a heartbeat. Fists flew and patrons egged on the fighters, some engaging in drunken combat. Her ears flipped upwards and her eyes widened in surprise, flickering to the glass mug that smashed against a wall not to far from her. She flinched hearing the crack of a jaw and slowly reached for her weapon... just in case someone had other plans for the small Seeker tonight.
But a tall figure blocked the chaotic scene. A very tall figure and the slimmer build suggested Elezen. Her gold eyes followed the up his abdomen to his chest slowly and stopped in shock at the grey hat adorning his head. She a blinked a few times up at the pale elf, relinquishing her hold on the bow and waited for an introduction.
"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?"
She nodded slowly, gesturing a tanned hand to the seat next to her. A bit bewildered by the coin purse sitting before her and contemplating what this 'simple' task could be. She was no seasoned archer. Not that her skills weren't subpar, but her training was still in progress and depending on the situation, she might not be much help to the lanky elf.Â
Chewing on her lip in apprehension beneath the material, she cleared her throat and adjusted her bottom on the creaky chair, tapping the pads of her pointer fingers together in wait. She couldn't exactly introduce herself, which may seem rude but her limitations were unknown to most individuals, so her mission in life now was to listen. And wait for the pale one to go into detail about this paid assignment.
The tavern's crowd went from sullen to boisterous in a heartbeat. Fists flew and patrons egged on the fighters, some engaging in drunken combat. Her ears flipped upwards and her eyes widened in surprise, flickering to the glass mug that smashed against a wall not to far from her. She flinched hearing the crack of a jaw and slowly reached for her weapon... just in case someone had other plans for the small Seeker tonight.
But a tall figure blocked the chaotic scene. A very tall figure and the slimmer build suggested Elezen. Her gold eyes followed the up his abdomen to his chest slowly and stopped in shock at the grey hat adorning his head. She a blinked a few times up at the pale elf, relinquishing her hold on the bow and waited for an introduction.
"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?"
She nodded slowly, gesturing a tanned hand to the seat next to her. A bit bewildered by the coin purse sitting before her and contemplating what this 'simple' task could be. She was no seasoned archer. Not that her skills weren't subpar, but her training was still in progress and depending on the situation, she might not be much help to the lanky elf.Â
Chewing on her lip in apprehension beneath the material, she cleared her throat and adjusted her bottom on the creaky chair, tapping the pads of her pointer fingers together in wait. She couldn't exactly introduce herself, which may seem rude but her limitations were unknown to most individuals, so her mission in life now was to listen. And wait for the pale one to go into detail about this paid assignment.
