It wasn't often that Gerunthian Longblade had the opportunity to really sit and relax. As one of the many Guard-Captains throughout the great city of Ul'dah, he found himself very busy doing his best to maintain or lower the level of crime in his particular assigned area of the city. With only three others to help him, and their chemistry being less-than-stellar, it came as no surprise that he was busy. Whether it was paperwork or cleaning up after the messes of his youngest guard, the Guard-Captain was a busy man.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Gerunthian found himself in the Quicksand, tucked in the corner. The Highlander was out of uniform, eyes moving about the room and taking in the various patrons. Catching Momodi's eyes he gave her a wink and knowing nod, and in a few short moments, his ale was refilled and the old glass taken away.
Dark-skinned and tall for his race, Gerunthian Longblade had a small mess of black hair atop his head that occasionally got in his eyes, but never grew lower than his earlobes. Muscles made his clothing a bit snug, and sharp eyes took near-constant appraisal of his surroundings.
He was almost a half-hour into his second drink, taking a longer time to finish this one. Gerunthian let his eyes move about the tavern, taking in the newcomers with a certain idle curiosity. Never hurt to scout the local patrons, after all.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Gerunthian found himself in the Quicksand, tucked in the corner. The Highlander was out of uniform, eyes moving about the room and taking in the various patrons. Catching Momodi's eyes he gave her a wink and knowing nod, and in a few short moments, his ale was refilled and the old glass taken away.
Dark-skinned and tall for his race, Gerunthian Longblade had a small mess of black hair atop his head that occasionally got in his eyes, but never grew lower than his earlobes. Muscles made his clothing a bit snug, and sharp eyes took near-constant appraisal of his surroundings.
He was almost a half-hour into his second drink, taking a longer time to finish this one. Gerunthian let his eyes move about the tavern, taking in the newcomers with a certain idle curiosity. Never hurt to scout the local patrons, after all.
