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Terajima lead the way through twisting back alleys, making sure to take several detours that while increasing the length of their journey would hopefully greatly reduce the chance that Ryelle would be able to locate the hideout again without assistance. They moved in single file with Felix bringing up the rear, a decision Terajima was quick to regret given the youth's tendency to trip over objects lying in his path while his gaze was fixed pointedly upon Ryelle's rear. She had given up after admonishing him for the third time and decided to treat the issue as adding to confusing the woman as to the directions. If nothing else he had at least kept her talking, explaining that the Flame had not been seriously damaged but due to traversing storms was in need of some routine maintenance to ensure it continued to sail smoothly. He had also babbled on about no end of inconsequential trivia, but fortunately was intelligent enough not to reveal anything that would cause problems for the crew. Eventually they came out into a large, open area which was well lit by lamps as well as the bright moonlight - the docks. The area was filled with the usual bustle, despite the relatively late hour. Looking around, she managed to pick out a familiar looking Miqo'te haggling with a group of tradesmen and made a mental note of the location. Nothing else struck her as particularly important - no sign of the Captain, which was to be expected. Dockhands carefully unloading cargo from ships, a tall man in a hooded cloak was conducting dealings in a dark alleyway, exchanging a pouch of gil for some strange looking liquid in vials. A sailor had obviously just returned from a long voyage given the rather enthusiastic greeting he was cirrently recieving from what Terajima assumed was his sweetheart. Leading the way forwards, she moved up to a viewing area and indicated the landing bays to Ryelle.
"So which is the one you're after, eh?" she asked, leaning against a railing lazily.
"So which is the one you're after, eh?" she asked, leaning against a railing lazily.
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