I love Ul'dah. Don't get me wrong. I've lived here a long time, and I love it. I mean, sure, it's dusty and arid and... all the other kind of unpleasant things it is. I didn't used to think they were unpleasant, but living by the sea will spoil you. But it is pretty! In it's own way. The food is okay. The people are great, even if some of them are a bit stuffy. And the money... oh, the marks you'll find in this city. Jewels everywhere. Enough coin to buy all the jewels everywhere. Expensive pieces of art, or vases, or... vases full of jewels and art, if you don't mind sticking out and have the stamina to run for long periods of time.
I am just so very sick of crayfish. I would murder for an anchovy. Just one. I don't even need multiple. I will kill the last person who wronged... well, whoever walks in here next, if they bring me a single anchovy, or I will die trying. It's worth it.
I should probably be more careful scribbling about murder in the middle of the Quicksand. Not that I murder. People, that is. Does killing Ixal count as murder? What about bandits? I mean, I am getting paid. And the people paying are typically law-abiding or law-enforcing... where is that line drawn, exactly?
I've lived here a few years now. Ever since the calamity. I'd run away home, but something always seems to keep me around. And sure I travel, but... this is home now, I guess. Whining aside, I do mean what I said. I love this city. I just never thought I'd find a good fishing hole more valuable than all the jewelry in the world.
Gods I miss the ocean.
Now I smell anchovies. I bet it's that scruffy looking Keeper again...
I am just so very sick of crayfish. I would murder for an anchovy. Just one. I don't even need multiple. I will kill the last person who wronged... well, whoever walks in here next, if they bring me a single anchovy, or I will die trying. It's worth it.
I should probably be more careful scribbling about murder in the middle of the Quicksand. Not that I murder. People, that is. Does killing Ixal count as murder? What about bandits? I mean, I am getting paid. And the people paying are typically law-abiding or law-enforcing... where is that line drawn, exactly?
I've lived here a few years now. Ever since the calamity. I'd run away home, but something always seems to keep me around. And sure I travel, but... this is home now, I guess. Whining aside, I do mean what I said. I love this city. I just never thought I'd find a good fishing hole more valuable than all the jewelry in the world.
Gods I miss the ocean.
Now I smell anchovies. I bet it's that scruffy looking Keeper again...
