Qadan strode out from the humble inn only to have his eyes squint in reflex to the bright Thanalan sun. He frowned, cursing to the depths whatever madman decided the middle of a desert was a great place to start a civilization. The Eorzeans could say what they wanted about his people's nomadic lifestyles, but Qadan would have been gods damned if his kin had sought after the bright idea of becoming desert folk.
The Hotgo began down the street and after a few short minutes his clothes were already sticking to him. He growled deeply - he wasn't even sweating!
This was of course the other unfortunate thing about this kind of climate was the heat. Depending upon the time of year it either seemed to be a moderately unpleasant dry heat or a masochistic humidy. Today was so humid that Qadan was mildly surprised that the wee folk - he believed they were called Lalafells - didn't merely drown upon stepping outside their homes.
The towering Auri ducked into the next establishment he came to, both out of annoyance to damned weather and because he figured it was just as good as any other. This was his routine for the time being: travel from inn to inn (or other similar establishments) in the city he happened to be in until he found work that piqued his interests. The violent state of the continent was actually quite fortuitous to someone such as himself, since there was never a shortage of work for someone with a sharp axe.
Qadan licked his lips as the smell of freshly ground coffee hit his nostrils. He knew that there wasn't a bit of damned sense in drinking a hot drink in such a hot place, but he'd by lying if he wasn't absolutely enthralled by the smell of the drink. If he hadn't been here seeking actual business he'd probably have a glass (or three).
Taking long strides across the establishment, Qadan made for the counter, his axe clanking in rhythm to his footsteps. The Miq'ote behind the counter smiled and waved enthusiastically as she caught sight of Qadan, having become familiar with the strange foreigner thanks to his extended stay in the city.
"Oy, Qah'daaaan!" She waved to him as he approached, a toothy grin plastered upon her face. An uncharacteristic smile crept up on the Hotgo's feature, "Good morning." He replied, giving her a gracious half bow as he strode past to the bulletin board. Surely there'd be something of interest pinned up here.
The Hotgo began down the street and after a few short minutes his clothes were already sticking to him. He growled deeply - he wasn't even sweating!
This was of course the other unfortunate thing about this kind of climate was the heat. Depending upon the time of year it either seemed to be a moderately unpleasant dry heat or a masochistic humidy. Today was so humid that Qadan was mildly surprised that the wee folk - he believed they were called Lalafells - didn't merely drown upon stepping outside their homes.
The towering Auri ducked into the next establishment he came to, both out of annoyance to damned weather and because he figured it was just as good as any other. This was his routine for the time being: travel from inn to inn (or other similar establishments) in the city he happened to be in until he found work that piqued his interests. The violent state of the continent was actually quite fortuitous to someone such as himself, since there was never a shortage of work for someone with a sharp axe.
Qadan licked his lips as the smell of freshly ground coffee hit his nostrils. He knew that there wasn't a bit of damned sense in drinking a hot drink in such a hot place, but he'd by lying if he wasn't absolutely enthralled by the smell of the drink. If he hadn't been here seeking actual business he'd probably have a glass (or three).
Taking long strides across the establishment, Qadan made for the counter, his axe clanking in rhythm to his footsteps. The Miq'ote behind the counter smiled and waved enthusiastically as she caught sight of Qadan, having become familiar with the strange foreigner thanks to his extended stay in the city.
"Oy, Qah'daaaan!" She waved to him as he approached, a toothy grin plastered upon her face. An uncharacteristic smile crept up on the Hotgo's feature, "Good morning." He replied, giving her a gracious half bow as he strode past to the bulletin board. Surely there'd be something of interest pinned up here.
