Cool Drink of Water
I stopped off in Ul'dah tonight since I was working for a client in Thanalan and greatly desired a drink to wash half the damn desert from my throat. Â I found myself in the Quicksand, beseeching a drink of water from the good Miss Momodi. Â Despite the place's ill-repute, I found that no one really bothered me which was something of a relief. Â The last thing I needed to do was get into a brawl and get tossed out of the city on my tail.
Drinking the cool water, I took stock of the occupants of the common room. Â As you would expect, they were varied and sundry races; tall, short, hideous, beautiful and all points in between. Â For myself, I found my eye drawn to another miqo'te sitting down the bar from me. Â He was taking tightly-wound cord and coating it in wax. Â A curious enough practice, so I thought, at first, he might be a chandler of sorts. Â However, this seemed an odd place for such a craftsman to do the work of his trade.
Being who I am, I questioned him about it.and I came to find out that he was a bowyer and hunter of sorts. Â A "free spirit" he claimed of himself, having no roots and no real ties to anywhere in particular. Â I told him of my own ties to Limsa Lominsa and my work for the Marauder's Guild, hoping that maybe it might lead to work. Â He seemed impressed enough with that, but made it a point to tell me that I should be wary of such work and that it didn't lead me into dark places.
I don't think mother would approve if I allowed myself to slip so far. Â Bad enough that she, of yet, does not know about what I did to That Pig. Â I couldn't bear her further disappointment were she to discover I'd become some kind of miscreant and troublemaker. Â No, I assured my fellow miqo'te, I would certainly stay on the straight and narrow.
At some point in our conversation, one of those strange-looking Au Ra people sat down on my other side. Â She was a quiet sort, absorbed in her food, drink, and some manner of sketching she was working on. Â Upon closer inspection, it was a drawing of the other miqo'te and myself beneath a tree. Â I don't know why, but it made me very uncomfortable, so I made my excuses to leave.
Before I departed, my fellow miqo'te introduced himself as the Queen of Cups. Â A pseudonym if ever I've heard one, but I allowed him to keep his illusions. Â Having no use-name to give him, I simply introduced myself by the only name I had: Katja Armitanis. Â He bade me safe travels and, with another unnerved glance at the girl and her drawing, I took myself away.
I stopped off in Ul'dah tonight since I was working for a client in Thanalan and greatly desired a drink to wash half the damn desert from my throat. Â I found myself in the Quicksand, beseeching a drink of water from the good Miss Momodi. Â Despite the place's ill-repute, I found that no one really bothered me which was something of a relief. Â The last thing I needed to do was get into a brawl and get tossed out of the city on my tail.
Drinking the cool water, I took stock of the occupants of the common room. Â As you would expect, they were varied and sundry races; tall, short, hideous, beautiful and all points in between. Â For myself, I found my eye drawn to another miqo'te sitting down the bar from me. Â He was taking tightly-wound cord and coating it in wax. Â A curious enough practice, so I thought, at first, he might be a chandler of sorts. Â However, this seemed an odd place for such a craftsman to do the work of his trade.
Being who I am, I questioned him about it.and I came to find out that he was a bowyer and hunter of sorts. Â A "free spirit" he claimed of himself, having no roots and no real ties to anywhere in particular. Â I told him of my own ties to Limsa Lominsa and my work for the Marauder's Guild, hoping that maybe it might lead to work. Â He seemed impressed enough with that, but made it a point to tell me that I should be wary of such work and that it didn't lead me into dark places.
I don't think mother would approve if I allowed myself to slip so far. Â Bad enough that she, of yet, does not know about what I did to That Pig. Â I couldn't bear her further disappointment were she to discover I'd become some kind of miscreant and troublemaker. Â No, I assured my fellow miqo'te, I would certainly stay on the straight and narrow.
At some point in our conversation, one of those strange-looking Au Ra people sat down on my other side. Â She was a quiet sort, absorbed in her food, drink, and some manner of sketching she was working on. Â Upon closer inspection, it was a drawing of the other miqo'te and myself beneath a tree. Â I don't know why, but it made me very uncomfortable, so I made my excuses to leave.
Before I departed, my fellow miqo'te introduced himself as the Queen of Cups. Â A pseudonym if ever I've heard one, but I allowed him to keep his illusions. Â Having no use-name to give him, I simply introduced myself by the only name I had: Katja Armitanis. Â He bade me safe travels and, with another unnerved glance at the girl and her drawing, I took myself away.
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