Prelude
“So where are you from,†asked the grizzled bartender, eyeing down the tavern’s newest patron with a raised brow. “After all, don’t hear of many Miqo’te being from the area, city being as it is.â€
“Oh, well I do suppose soft tails are out of place around here.†The stranger chuckled a tad, and took the bowl of the wine glass in his palm as the fellow behind the bar handed it over. â€You’re not wrong, though,†he continued. “I’m quite foreign.â€
“How foreign,†the bartender asked, cocking his head just barely to the side. “You one of those adventuring types?â€
The masked Miqo’te shook his head. “Oh, no, no, I’m hardly that eager to lose my head.†He sniffed the wine in his glass, then took a gentle sip, before finally answering the tender’s question. “I hail from Thanalan, since you’re so curious. The Sagolii, to be specific.â€
“Bah, you lucky bastard,†the old tender mock-cried, before breaking into a hearty chuckle. “Dry, warm, distinct lack of dragons, what I wouldn’t give for THAT in this frosted hell right now.â€
“Heh, funny you should mention dry… My tribesmen tell me it’s actually raining back at home. Ah, how I’ve always enjoyed the irony of rain in the desert… almost as much as I enjoy the rain itself.†With half a smile, he brought his glass to his lips once more, and downed the last of its contents.
“Rain? Well, I dunno about that.†The bartender cast his gaze to the tavern’s only window to the outside. “But, hey, at least you’ll find no shortage of snow around here.â€
The traveller turned to the window as well, lazily watching the snow fly outside. More than a flurry, but less than a blizzard. What a lovely setting, but it lacked the ambience he was so fond of. The smirk across his face widened into a wry, knowing smile. “Oh, I don’t know about that,†he mused, gently shutting his eyes behind his halfmask. Then, he stood, dropping a handful of gil onto the counter, ready to take his leave. As he made for the door, he paused, and turned back to his conversation partner once more.
"Take heart, my friend," the Miqo'te warned, before turning his back to the bartender once more. "There will be plenty of rain to come."
“So where are you from,†asked the grizzled bartender, eyeing down the tavern’s newest patron with a raised brow. “After all, don’t hear of many Miqo’te being from the area, city being as it is.â€
“Oh, well I do suppose soft tails are out of place around here.†The stranger chuckled a tad, and took the bowl of the wine glass in his palm as the fellow behind the bar handed it over. â€You’re not wrong, though,†he continued. “I’m quite foreign.â€
“How foreign,†the bartender asked, cocking his head just barely to the side. “You one of those adventuring types?â€
The masked Miqo’te shook his head. “Oh, no, no, I’m hardly that eager to lose my head.†He sniffed the wine in his glass, then took a gentle sip, before finally answering the tender’s question. “I hail from Thanalan, since you’re so curious. The Sagolii, to be specific.â€
“Bah, you lucky bastard,†the old tender mock-cried, before breaking into a hearty chuckle. “Dry, warm, distinct lack of dragons, what I wouldn’t give for THAT in this frosted hell right now.â€
“Heh, funny you should mention dry… My tribesmen tell me it’s actually raining back at home. Ah, how I’ve always enjoyed the irony of rain in the desert… almost as much as I enjoy the rain itself.†With half a smile, he brought his glass to his lips once more, and downed the last of its contents.
“Rain? Well, I dunno about that.†The bartender cast his gaze to the tavern’s only window to the outside. “But, hey, at least you’ll find no shortage of snow around here.â€
The traveller turned to the window as well, lazily watching the snow fly outside. More than a flurry, but less than a blizzard. What a lovely setting, but it lacked the ambience he was so fond of. The smirk across his face widened into a wry, knowing smile. “Oh, I don’t know about that,†he mused, gently shutting his eyes behind his halfmask. Then, he stood, dropping a handful of gil onto the counter, ready to take his leave. As he made for the door, he paused, and turned back to his conversation partner once more.
"Take heart, my friend," the Miqo'te warned, before turning his back to the bartender once more. "There will be plenty of rain to come."
