A one-eyed Elezen wearing a long, ragged coat made his way hesitantly along the docks. He turned his head and twitched his ears as he weaved through the evening bustle, trying to keep as much distance from the ever-flowing crowd as possible. He paused mid-step, shifted his pack on his shoulder, mumbled to himself that he was probably making a huge mistake, shook his head and began again.
The causeways rang with hawkers advertising their wares, from goods to fish to safe passage. He had no interest in the first, despised the second, and with each shout for the third his hopes dimmed a little more. He wasn't quite broke, but doing what amounted to charity for five years did not leave one swimming in gil.
And, really, 50,000 for a damned ferry ride? Did everyone strike it rich after the Calamity and no one told him?
"Passage to Limsa Lominsa, leaving at midnight! Any offer considered! Don't pay outrageous prices for that 'official' ferry when you can sail with us!"
His ears perked, singling out the voice in the din. That was the best offer he'd heard all evening - rather depressing, given how vague it was, but he'd take what he could get. His eyes fell upon two women, a bright-haired Miqo'te, shouting and waving out into the crowd next to a dark Roegadyn. He slowly made his way forward.
"U-um... 'Scuse me," he stammered, trying to grab their attention through his nerves. They turned to him, gazes searching, and he gulped. "Will... uh, will a thousand do?"
The causeways rang with hawkers advertising their wares, from goods to fish to safe passage. He had no interest in the first, despised the second, and with each shout for the third his hopes dimmed a little more. He wasn't quite broke, but doing what amounted to charity for five years did not leave one swimming in gil.
And, really, 50,000 for a damned ferry ride? Did everyone strike it rich after the Calamity and no one told him?
"Passage to Limsa Lominsa, leaving at midnight! Any offer considered! Don't pay outrageous prices for that 'official' ferry when you can sail with us!"
His ears perked, singling out the voice in the din. That was the best offer he'd heard all evening - rather depressing, given how vague it was, but he'd take what he could get. His eyes fell upon two women, a bright-haired Miqo'te, shouting and waving out into the crowd next to a dark Roegadyn. He slowly made his way forward.
"U-um... 'Scuse me," he stammered, trying to grab their attention through his nerves. They turned to him, gazes searching, and he gulped. "Will... uh, will a thousand do?"
What a monstrous sight he makes, mocking man's best friend
When both the wolf and lion crave the same thing in the end
The Lion | Monty's Wiki | The Wolf
When both the wolf and lion crave the same thing in the end
The Lion | Monty's Wiki | The Wolf
