"Limsa!", he laughed, sliding the box closed and rewrapping it in its leather covering. "I honestly don't think the Roegadyn would know a seductive scent if it rode up on a horse and clubbed them in the head!
"No, my delightful defender, this is bound for Ul'dah", he purred, replacing the box in his saddlebags. Next he drew out a slim book, curious images embossed into the dark red leather of the cover. "'Seventeen Successful Torture Techniques'", he read. "I'd imagine this would sell well in Limsa, though I can only wonder at the dedication in filtering the successful techniques from the unsuccessful ones.
"But this", he purred, replacing the book and drawing forth an ornate silver dagger, the sheath encrusted with gems that shone in the sunlight. "This might go to the Duskwights themselves. An Ishgardian dagger, quenched in the blood of no less than three dragons, and inlaid with lapis lazuli and precious gems. The Sylnais clan, for instance, famously overpays for such things."
"No, my delightful defender, this is bound for Ul'dah", he purred, replacing the box in his saddlebags. Next he drew out a slim book, curious images embossed into the dark red leather of the cover. "'Seventeen Successful Torture Techniques'", he read. "I'd imagine this would sell well in Limsa, though I can only wonder at the dedication in filtering the successful techniques from the unsuccessful ones.
"But this", he purred, replacing the book and drawing forth an ornate silver dagger, the sheath encrusted with gems that shone in the sunlight. "This might go to the Duskwights themselves. An Ishgardian dagger, quenched in the blood of no less than three dragons, and inlaid with lapis lazuli and precious gems. The Sylnais clan, for instance, famously overpays for such things."
