Her Highness wasn't the sort of place that Naoh'to typically decided the frequent, surprisingly enough. For someone with both hands in the illegal cookie jar, the place had never much appealed to him since he'd first arrived in Limsa Lominsa. Sure, it wasn't the worst establishment out there. At least here, you could generally see the floor for the spilled ale and offal. Also, within the Highness' walls, he didn't have to worry about finding any knives in his back. Honor amongst thieves and all that non-sense, he supposed.Â
Still, there was something about the place that he just didn't like, aside from the decided lack of luxury he strove to surround himself with. Perhaps it was the fear that, no matter how much of a 'safe zone' it was, he knew there were always prying eyes and ears. In this city, being careless and trusting others, as he had come to learn, was something that got you killed more often than not. As he was rather fond of living and not planning to make any changes to that in the near future, suffice to say, the place made him anxious.
Yet tradition was tradition, and he knew he would've been hard pressed to find a better place to meet. Most wouldn't have wanted to meet up outside of a neutral place anyway. Even if they had, what sort of message would that send, for Naoh'to to send for them to come join him at one of the city's more lavish establishments? An obvious message, that's what. And he couldn't have that.
With the small piece of parchment paper sent from Yayabuko tucked in his hand, the trader slipped through the crowd and discretely peered around. Finally, he had spotted the table that the man had specified on the paper, as well as the armband. Without making eye contact with anyone else in the establishment, the miqo'te cut a line straight for the table and slipped into the seat opposite of Clove without waiting for invitation.
At first, the man didn't say anything. He only looked casually around to see if there were any particularly noticeable prying eyes, then finally turned back to give the man a long look.
"You're the one?" He asked, confirming, "That Yayabuko sent?"Â
OOC.. Â || Â Sorry it took so long. x.x I swear, adjusting to this work schedule is killing me.
Still, there was something about the place that he just didn't like, aside from the decided lack of luxury he strove to surround himself with. Perhaps it was the fear that, no matter how much of a 'safe zone' it was, he knew there were always prying eyes and ears. In this city, being careless and trusting others, as he had come to learn, was something that got you killed more often than not. As he was rather fond of living and not planning to make any changes to that in the near future, suffice to say, the place made him anxious.
Yet tradition was tradition, and he knew he would've been hard pressed to find a better place to meet. Most wouldn't have wanted to meet up outside of a neutral place anyway. Even if they had, what sort of message would that send, for Naoh'to to send for them to come join him at one of the city's more lavish establishments? An obvious message, that's what. And he couldn't have that.
With the small piece of parchment paper sent from Yayabuko tucked in his hand, the trader slipped through the crowd and discretely peered around. Finally, he had spotted the table that the man had specified on the paper, as well as the armband. Without making eye contact with anyone else in the establishment, the miqo'te cut a line straight for the table and slipped into the seat opposite of Clove without waiting for invitation.
At first, the man didn't say anything. He only looked casually around to see if there were any particularly noticeable prying eyes, then finally turned back to give the man a long look.
"You're the one?" He asked, confirming, "That Yayabuko sent?"Â
OOC.. Â || Â Sorry it took so long. x.x I swear, adjusting to this work schedule is killing me.
