Pre-Calamity: The Bow
It was a brisk morning outside of Horizon as Rurutani journed toward the encampment. As the sun was still low, the lighting was pleasing to the young Lalafell as he gazed around at the shadows engulfing the landscape. The small brush that decorated the parched land swayed ever-so-gently with the morning breeze. Rurutani knew that the cool was deceptive, though, as it would be a scorching day once the sun decided to unleash its full wrath on the region. Thanalan was always hot on days like this, and so he was dressed lightly, to try and battle the heat that would come.
He smiled, in spite of himself. This trip, as per usual, was for business purposes, so he should have maintained a more serious demeanor. The weather was just too perfect, though, and the silence around him made the trip especially perfect. His father might have scolded him for having his mind wander, but Rurutani was imaging the world elsewhere. He wondered what others were doing at that very moment, as he walked slowly through the desert.
His mission that day was acquire small goods, supplies, and materials to bring home to his family in Ul'dah. They ran a small junkmonger shop within the city, and while they were not wealthy, they were able to make ends meet. Rurutani's father, Nanabesu, had everyone in the family working to help run the shop. His mother, Luluna, helped sell goods and took care of the home, as did his older sister, Zezeri. His elder brother, Nonotano, was the smartest of the children and thus was the liaison to the region and was responsible for getting new customers and clients to work with the small store. Rurutani was, for the most part, happy with his role in going to gather goods and materials through trade or purchase among the encampments in the areas outside of Ul'dah. His job allowed him to get outside and see some of the land around. And it also let him get away from his dour older brother, who at times could be too coarse for his own good. And even then, that didn't work, as his brother had to accompany him at times. Outside of Nonotano, he got along well with everyone in the family, though his father would often scold him for not being focused on the family business.
And so it was, on this brisk morning as he entered Horizon and descended the stone walkway into the encircled camp and walked past the early morning shops and customers, that he laid eyes on the most beautiful weapon he had seen in his young life: a wooden bow. He had always had a fascination with weapons and the bow looked as if it had been waiting there for him all along. He glanced up at the trader on the other side of the table and asked how much for the bow. The trader chuckled and responded "Depends on what you've got for trade, m'boy. That there's a fine item." Rurutani considered it for a moment and thought to himself "Maybe father doesn't need to know..."
It was a brisk morning outside of Horizon as Rurutani journed toward the encampment. As the sun was still low, the lighting was pleasing to the young Lalafell as he gazed around at the shadows engulfing the landscape. The small brush that decorated the parched land swayed ever-so-gently with the morning breeze. Rurutani knew that the cool was deceptive, though, as it would be a scorching day once the sun decided to unleash its full wrath on the region. Thanalan was always hot on days like this, and so he was dressed lightly, to try and battle the heat that would come.
He smiled, in spite of himself. This trip, as per usual, was for business purposes, so he should have maintained a more serious demeanor. The weather was just too perfect, though, and the silence around him made the trip especially perfect. His father might have scolded him for having his mind wander, but Rurutani was imaging the world elsewhere. He wondered what others were doing at that very moment, as he walked slowly through the desert.
His mission that day was acquire small goods, supplies, and materials to bring home to his family in Ul'dah. They ran a small junkmonger shop within the city, and while they were not wealthy, they were able to make ends meet. Rurutani's father, Nanabesu, had everyone in the family working to help run the shop. His mother, Luluna, helped sell goods and took care of the home, as did his older sister, Zezeri. His elder brother, Nonotano, was the smartest of the children and thus was the liaison to the region and was responsible for getting new customers and clients to work with the small store. Rurutani was, for the most part, happy with his role in going to gather goods and materials through trade or purchase among the encampments in the areas outside of Ul'dah. His job allowed him to get outside and see some of the land around. And it also let him get away from his dour older brother, who at times could be too coarse for his own good. And even then, that didn't work, as his brother had to accompany him at times. Outside of Nonotano, he got along well with everyone in the family, though his father would often scold him for not being focused on the family business.
And so it was, on this brisk morning as he entered Horizon and descended the stone walkway into the encircled camp and walked past the early morning shops and customers, that he laid eyes on the most beautiful weapon he had seen in his young life: a wooden bow. He had always had a fascination with weapons and the bow looked as if it had been waiting there for him all along. He glanced up at the trader on the other side of the table and asked how much for the bow. The trader chuckled and responded "Depends on what you've got for trade, m'boy. That there's a fine item." Rurutani considered it for a moment and thought to himself "Maybe father doesn't need to know..."
