Ampere's eyebrows raised as the Miqo'te he had assisted seemed to continue attempting to communicate with him purely through gestures and body language. He really had found a person who talked even less than he did, which was a rather extraordinary feat, at least according to most of the people he had met in the past.
However, despite her lack of words, the Elezen still picked up on her communication easily enough. Upon seeing her point to her wrist and the movements of her lips, he found himself looking to the side, as if distracted.
"Ah...that? It's just a keepsake, of sorts. I suppose you saw something similar on the woman I asked you to give the gil to." Ampere murmured as his eyes turned back to the Miqo'te. "But...they're not related. At least, not anymore."
Whether or not the lancer was going to say more on the subject would remain undiscovered, as the two of them were interrupted when the eyepatched barkeep walked over to their table and set a tray of ale down on its surface.
"Alright, drink up, you two." The man muttered in a gruff voice.
"But...I didn't order anything." Ampere replied in confusion, eyeing the drinks warily.
"You did when you decided that you'd rather not get hauled off for questioning by the city guards. Or at least I decided that for ya. In this place, drunken brawls are commonplace and no one bats an eye, but a fully sober Elezen doing a fancy pirouette in mid air and then kicking some poor sod's face in is quite a bit different. So hurry up and get some accountability into yer belly, and I'll be able to say that it was just the same old song and dance for anyone who comes askin'." The barkeep commanded before sauntering off.
"But...but I still have hunts to complete, I can't stay in this tavern and--" The lancer continued to protest when suddenly the doors swung open and a female Roegadyn stepped through with a hefty bag of gil and a beaming grin.
"Whoo! I killed them Peistes deader than dead! Every single one of 'em, and got me the reward money and some disembodied lizard heads to prove it! Time to pay back my tab!" The Roegadyn cheered.
The bartender rolled his single eye as he wiped out the inside of a mug with a washcloth. "Finally."
It did not take long for the pale Elezen to put two and two together.
"Wait...those Peistes...that was the hunt order I was--" Ampere began to say, but stopped and sighed, seating himself at the table.
Picking up one of the mugs of ale, he leaned over to sniff it cautiously, before his face contorted into a grimace at the smell. Nevertheless, he raised the glass up towards the Miqo'te.
"...Cheers to a fruitful day. My name is Ampere, by the way." Â The Elezen introduced himself before giving the ale a tentative sip. "...And it seems I will be here for a while."
However, despite her lack of words, the Elezen still picked up on her communication easily enough. Upon seeing her point to her wrist and the movements of her lips, he found himself looking to the side, as if distracted.
"Ah...that? It's just a keepsake, of sorts. I suppose you saw something similar on the woman I asked you to give the gil to." Ampere murmured as his eyes turned back to the Miqo'te. "But...they're not related. At least, not anymore."
Whether or not the lancer was going to say more on the subject would remain undiscovered, as the two of them were interrupted when the eyepatched barkeep walked over to their table and set a tray of ale down on its surface.
"Alright, drink up, you two." The man muttered in a gruff voice.
"But...I didn't order anything." Ampere replied in confusion, eyeing the drinks warily.
"You did when you decided that you'd rather not get hauled off for questioning by the city guards. Or at least I decided that for ya. In this place, drunken brawls are commonplace and no one bats an eye, but a fully sober Elezen doing a fancy pirouette in mid air and then kicking some poor sod's face in is quite a bit different. So hurry up and get some accountability into yer belly, and I'll be able to say that it was just the same old song and dance for anyone who comes askin'." The barkeep commanded before sauntering off.
"But...but I still have hunts to complete, I can't stay in this tavern and--" The lancer continued to protest when suddenly the doors swung open and a female Roegadyn stepped through with a hefty bag of gil and a beaming grin.
"Whoo! I killed them Peistes deader than dead! Every single one of 'em, and got me the reward money and some disembodied lizard heads to prove it! Time to pay back my tab!" The Roegadyn cheered.
The bartender rolled his single eye as he wiped out the inside of a mug with a washcloth. "Finally."
It did not take long for the pale Elezen to put two and two together.
"Wait...those Peistes...that was the hunt order I was--" Ampere began to say, but stopped and sighed, seating himself at the table.
Picking up one of the mugs of ale, he leaned over to sniff it cautiously, before his face contorted into a grimace at the smell. Nevertheless, he raised the glass up towards the Miqo'te.
"...Cheers to a fruitful day. My name is Ampere, by the way." Â The Elezen introduced himself before giving the ale a tentative sip. "...And it seems I will be here for a while."
