“You'realready as rough as the sole of a used boot, Z.†He spoke with mild humor as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey hanging from his right hand. Surly this hadn't been why she brought him up here, was it? “And here I was hoping for a romantic evening under the moon lit cliffs..†Jager was scanning the horizon with those dangerous yellow eyes of his in search of Fortune's Dagger. He could keep the ship docked for so long, and all along the coast was camped out by other smaller ships, and of course Limsa's Navy.
“What'sthe job this time?†He set the bottle down beside him and reached up to undo the rope of braids tied behind his head. They'd fall down the length of his back reaching the middle for a few minutes as he straightened them out. One by one he's start to tie them back up into a tighter, more secure bundle. “Also, what ever became of your girl, Dy'la-something..â€
“What'sthe job this time?†He set the bottle down beside him and reached up to undo the rope of braids tied behind his head. They'd fall down the length of his back reaching the middle for a few minutes as he straightened them out. One by one he's start to tie them back up into a tighter, more secure bundle. “Also, what ever became of your girl, Dy'la-something..â€
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
