All of Desmond's carefully laid plans of attack had been eroded by one unexpected woman.
Without uttering a single word of protest, he found himself a supporting player in her promising bid for passage. With a self deprecating grimace, he was reminded once again why he was not his father's son in spirit as well as blood. In fact, she was already making her way towards the growing group of travelers bound for the ship floating offshore.Â
Recovering, he turned towards the Miqo'te, "I've need of passage to Limsa," Desmond said.Â
With a flair, the Miqo'te bowed and gave him a telling look.
"I have some Gil, and I can offer my arm and my sword if need be, while we sail," He added and put a hand on the hilt of his gladius.
The Miqo'te bowed deeper, promising nothing and gestured towards the milling group by the Roegaedyn ferrywoman.
Without uttering a single word of protest, he found himself a supporting player in her promising bid for passage. With a self deprecating grimace, he was reminded once again why he was not his father's son in spirit as well as blood. In fact, she was already making her way towards the growing group of travelers bound for the ship floating offshore.Â
Recovering, he turned towards the Miqo'te, "I've need of passage to Limsa," Desmond said.Â
With a flair, the Miqo'te bowed and gave him a telling look.
"I have some Gil, and I can offer my arm and my sword if need be, while we sail," He added and put a hand on the hilt of his gladius.
The Miqo'te bowed deeper, promising nothing and gestured towards the milling group by the Roegaedyn ferrywoman.
