Watching the woman slowly rise from thetable as if to leave stirred sympathy in Lazulle, but she stayed sitting. She watched the exchange between the two, and nodded when Ampere told her she would need to be direct. There was much to learn from these two, and she wasn’t afraid to get as much as she could.
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She finished off her drink then hailed atavern girl for another. The Duskwight woman hesitated for a split second, then looked into the eyes of the Miquo’te. If mode of communication is an issue, I have been told the Immortal Flames use a system of hand signals on the field. Ido not know them myself, but we could likely strike a deal with one of their members to teach you and yours.†She masked a pause by taking a long draught, then continued. “I do not mean to force myself into your affairs, simply to offer whatever services I can.â€
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She tried to sound nonchalant, but inreality she was very eager to assist. To help others was what she strived for, and a small part of her wanted to prove herself to these strangers. She looked down at what the Miquo’te, Elle, had written. Or drawn, it turned out. A rather lifelike depiction of a Coeurl rested on the table that moved the adventurer in a way she couldn’t describe. She felt a pang in her heart at the idea this woman had no way to share her stories.
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“If you both are stuck here until theman awakes, I suppose there is not much that can be done about it. While we wait, Ampere, perhaps you could entertain your lovely companions with a story of some sort,†She suggested playfully, offering a warm smile to Elle that she hoped felt inclusive. “A tale of your time in Ul'dah, for example. Of course, I shall offer my own if you like, but I feel it would be inappropriate to delve into my own tales first.â€
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She leaned forward, head resting in onehand and a glitter in her eye as the other tavern-goes began singing a drunken rendition of an Ul’dahn folk song.
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She finished off her drink then hailed atavern girl for another. The Duskwight woman hesitated for a split second, then looked into the eyes of the Miquo’te. If mode of communication is an issue, I have been told the Immortal Flames use a system of hand signals on the field. Ido not know them myself, but we could likely strike a deal with one of their members to teach you and yours.†She masked a pause by taking a long draught, then continued. “I do not mean to force myself into your affairs, simply to offer whatever services I can.â€
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She tried to sound nonchalant, but inreality she was very eager to assist. To help others was what she strived for, and a small part of her wanted to prove herself to these strangers. She looked down at what the Miquo’te, Elle, had written. Or drawn, it turned out. A rather lifelike depiction of a Coeurl rested on the table that moved the adventurer in a way she couldn’t describe. She felt a pang in her heart at the idea this woman had no way to share her stories.
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“If you both are stuck here until theman awakes, I suppose there is not much that can be done about it. While we wait, Ampere, perhaps you could entertain your lovely companions with a story of some sort,†She suggested playfully, offering a warm smile to Elle that she hoped felt inclusive. “A tale of your time in Ul'dah, for example. Of course, I shall offer my own if you like, but I feel it would be inappropriate to delve into my own tales first.â€
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She leaned forward, head resting in onehand and a glitter in her eye as the other tavern-goes began singing a drunken rendition of an Ul’dahn folk song.
