The Roegadyn glanced over Xha'li and Monty, appraising them and wincing a little at Xha'li said her name.
"It's Agile Wolf. Xha'li and Monty, eh? Alright, sling yer stuff over by the boat and I'll have the Cap'n look you over when he gets here." Her glance shifted noticeably to the other end of the docks as she mentioned her Captain, before her gaze returned to her companion.
Salaah, meanwhile, was busy taking stock of the rest of the potential customers. First, she gave Cima and Melle a pitying look.
"Alright, alright. Enough with the theatrics. I don't know what yer real reason is for gettin' to Limsa and don't much care. If the Cap'n wants to help out, he'll help you out. But word of advice, loves? Spin a better sob story than that one. The Cap'n wasn't born yesterday and the 'sick old relative' angle got played out twenty years before either of you were both. G'wan and wait with the others. We'll find a way to get you to 'Grandpa'." She turned her attention to Faydrel and Desmond. "As fer you two...well, looks like the fella can handle himself in a fight, and sounds like you got the coin. The lady...aye, we always have work on board you can pay your passage with. Yer both in."
As Salaah gestured for the two to join the small crowd by Agile Wolf, she heard a commotion from the other end of the docks. A very familiar sound. Glancing over, she locked eyes with Agile Wolf and noticed that her partner had heard it too. Nodding to each other, they said a single word simultaneously.
"Ty."
Agile Wolf raised her voice, addressing the gathering crowd and signaling for them to gather around, shut up and listen.
"Pay attention, all of you! The Captain is on his way and will be here shortly. He'll speak with each of you and make final arrangements for your passage. If you've got a story to tell, I suggest you make it quick. We'll be leaving real soon after he arri..." Her words were cut off by shouting from the nearby crowd as a figure barreled through and almost fell. An Elezen male of average height, he had shoulder-length shaggy dark hair and a well-trimmed beard. He was dressed in a deep red cloth shirt slashed almost to the waist revealing a toned, weather-worn chest, along with black leather pantaloons and boots. Skidding to a halt, he glanced around until he spotted Salaah and Agile Wolf.
"Ah, there!" The man dashed over, stopping in front of the crowd assembled around the two women. "We need to go, now. Code RB. These must be our passengers, yes?" Agile Wolf nodded. "Excellent. Brilliant! Greetings to you all! My name is Tyriont Gaidal, Captain of the Phoenix Flame. Now, usually at this point I'd love to hear your stories, take your gil and figure out who we're taking with us. As it stands, however..." Tyriont glanced behind him into the crowd, which was beginning to part. "...our departure time has been shifted up a tad. So, congratulations! You all get passage. We'll work the details out on board. Too many of us for our little boat though...no time for two trips. Alright. Let's see..." Tyriont paused thoughtfully for a moment, before pointing at Cima, Melle, and Faydrel. "You three, with me. The rest of you, hop in with Salaah and Agile Wolf." Without waiting for a response, he turned and cast his gaze over the docks. Settling upon a small fishing boat with nobody visibly attending it, he darted over and severed the rope binding it to the ballast with a flick of a thick knife pulled from inside his shirt before jumping into the boat and grabbing the oars. He called over his shoulder without looking back. "And don't look at me like that! We'll give it back. Now, c'mon!"
Salaah and Agile Wolf exchanged a weary glance before moving towards their own boat, indicating for the rest of the group to follow suit.
"It's Agile Wolf. Xha'li and Monty, eh? Alright, sling yer stuff over by the boat and I'll have the Cap'n look you over when he gets here." Her glance shifted noticeably to the other end of the docks as she mentioned her Captain, before her gaze returned to her companion.
Salaah, meanwhile, was busy taking stock of the rest of the potential customers. First, she gave Cima and Melle a pitying look.
"Alright, alright. Enough with the theatrics. I don't know what yer real reason is for gettin' to Limsa and don't much care. If the Cap'n wants to help out, he'll help you out. But word of advice, loves? Spin a better sob story than that one. The Cap'n wasn't born yesterday and the 'sick old relative' angle got played out twenty years before either of you were both. G'wan and wait with the others. We'll find a way to get you to 'Grandpa'." She turned her attention to Faydrel and Desmond. "As fer you two...well, looks like the fella can handle himself in a fight, and sounds like you got the coin. The lady...aye, we always have work on board you can pay your passage with. Yer both in."
As Salaah gestured for the two to join the small crowd by Agile Wolf, she heard a commotion from the other end of the docks. A very familiar sound. Glancing over, she locked eyes with Agile Wolf and noticed that her partner had heard it too. Nodding to each other, they said a single word simultaneously.
"Ty."
Agile Wolf raised her voice, addressing the gathering crowd and signaling for them to gather around, shut up and listen.
"Pay attention, all of you! The Captain is on his way and will be here shortly. He'll speak with each of you and make final arrangements for your passage. If you've got a story to tell, I suggest you make it quick. We'll be leaving real soon after he arri..." Her words were cut off by shouting from the nearby crowd as a figure barreled through and almost fell. An Elezen male of average height, he had shoulder-length shaggy dark hair and a well-trimmed beard. He was dressed in a deep red cloth shirt slashed almost to the waist revealing a toned, weather-worn chest, along with black leather pantaloons and boots. Skidding to a halt, he glanced around until he spotted Salaah and Agile Wolf.
"Ah, there!" The man dashed over, stopping in front of the crowd assembled around the two women. "We need to go, now. Code RB. These must be our passengers, yes?" Agile Wolf nodded. "Excellent. Brilliant! Greetings to you all! My name is Tyriont Gaidal, Captain of the Phoenix Flame. Now, usually at this point I'd love to hear your stories, take your gil and figure out who we're taking with us. As it stands, however..." Tyriont glanced behind him into the crowd, which was beginning to part. "...our departure time has been shifted up a tad. So, congratulations! You all get passage. We'll work the details out on board. Too many of us for our little boat though...no time for two trips. Alright. Let's see..." Tyriont paused thoughtfully for a moment, before pointing at Cima, Melle, and Faydrel. "You three, with me. The rest of you, hop in with Salaah and Agile Wolf." Without waiting for a response, he turned and cast his gaze over the docks. Settling upon a small fishing boat with nobody visibly attending it, he darted over and severed the rope binding it to the ballast with a flick of a thick knife pulled from inside his shirt before jumping into the boat and grabbing the oars. He called over his shoulder without looking back. "And don't look at me like that! We'll give it back. Now, c'mon!"
Salaah and Agile Wolf exchanged a weary glance before moving towards their own boat, indicating for the rest of the group to follow suit.
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