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Aveline stomped through the rain up the many, many winding steps of Limsa-Lominsa, the hood of her sensible grey traveling cloak pulled tightly over her hair and ears.
"Stupid seaside town with its stupid cold weather and stupid rain.." she muttered darkly. Rain and chilly weather were not her favorite things in life. However, her curses ceased and her ire at the weather was all but forgotten as she rounded a corner and stared across a small bridge at the site of a gourmet restaurant in a state of pandemonium. She could see the occasional flame licking through a broken window or an empty doorway. "What the..." A man hurrying away from the restaurant passed by and she grabbed a hold of his sleeve. "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for the Bismarck..."
"It's that building there, but may the Twelve watch over you if you have business there! Some rogues mistook the Bismarck for the Drowning Wench, I believe, it's pure chaos! The Admiral will hear about this!" It was all she could get out of him before he freed his sleeve from her grasp and ran off to safety.
The miqo'te clutched at the small traveling satchel slung over her shoulder and considered what to do. Her brow furrowed as she took in the panicked voices rising from the restaurant and the smell of cindering wood. "Admiral. What a neat name." She took in a deep breath and continued on towards the mess of a fine restaurant.
"Stupid seaside town with its stupid cold weather and stupid rain.." she muttered darkly. Rain and chilly weather were not her favorite things in life. However, her curses ceased and her ire at the weather was all but forgotten as she rounded a corner and stared across a small bridge at the site of a gourmet restaurant in a state of pandemonium. She could see the occasional flame licking through a broken window or an empty doorway. "What the..." A man hurrying away from the restaurant passed by and she grabbed a hold of his sleeve. "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for the Bismarck..."
"It's that building there, but may the Twelve watch over you if you have business there! Some rogues mistook the Bismarck for the Drowning Wench, I believe, it's pure chaos! The Admiral will hear about this!" It was all she could get out of him before he freed his sleeve from her grasp and ran off to safety.
The miqo'te clutched at the small traveling satchel slung over her shoulder and considered what to do. Her brow furrowed as she took in the panicked voices rising from the restaurant and the smell of cindering wood. "Admiral. What a neat name." She took in a deep breath and continued on towards the mess of a fine restaurant.
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