He reminded himself that it was permissible for him to rest. There were still strings of guilty threatening to tangle themselves around his neck for attending the Grindstone, but he had gone to represent Howl. He smiled to himself, wondering briefly what his friend would have thought at Warren attempting to wield the clunky cesti. Fat lot of good his gesture had done him; Warren got promptly put out in the first round and to a cute girl, no less. Howl couldn't have done any better himself.
He felt lost. He knew he needed to be out looking, and as the sun crested over the walls of Ul'dah on its way to sleep, he struggled to keep focused. If they had managed to survive that long, if the past days of exposure hadn't done the job it began there was hope. He ran down the list of things he intended to, starting first thing the next morning.
Resupply. You can't keep ignoring your own needs while looking for them. You'll need to be more prepared; That means food and water, and warmer clothes. You're not charging up there to rescue anyone now. You're looking for signs of them. Your armor won't do you any good.
Start in Dragonhead. That's where they began, that could be where they end up. Ishgard won't care what adventurers come and go, but they would have recalled an out-of-place miqo'te carrying a near-frozen nude one.
After Dragonhead, Whitebrim. They could have got turned around and made their way there. Someone might have found them already, but didn't know who to report it to. Check everywhere, ask every caravan. You hold no rank there but anything is possible; People see everything. What they know would be good to know.
He realized he was frowning again and made himself stop. He looked over the map he'd committed to memory and wondered what use it was. He could feel the stirrings of the Beast waking inside of him as the day neared its end.
The plan. Stick to the plan. You'll find him. You'll find them.
Even in the dusk the heat was oppressive. He thought with a sad smile how in a day's time, he would be missing it, wishing he could bottle it and take it with him. Just in case.
Of course, he couldn't have known that by that time he'd be more distracted by the body that awaited him.
He felt lost. He knew he needed to be out looking, and as the sun crested over the walls of Ul'dah on its way to sleep, he struggled to keep focused. If they had managed to survive that long, if the past days of exposure hadn't done the job it began there was hope. He ran down the list of things he intended to, starting first thing the next morning.
Resupply. You can't keep ignoring your own needs while looking for them. You'll need to be more prepared; That means food and water, and warmer clothes. You're not charging up there to rescue anyone now. You're looking for signs of them. Your armor won't do you any good.
Start in Dragonhead. That's where they began, that could be where they end up. Ishgard won't care what adventurers come and go, but they would have recalled an out-of-place miqo'te carrying a near-frozen nude one.
After Dragonhead, Whitebrim. They could have got turned around and made their way there. Someone might have found them already, but didn't know who to report it to. Check everywhere, ask every caravan. You hold no rank there but anything is possible; People see everything. What they know would be good to know.
He realized he was frowning again and made himself stop. He looked over the map he'd committed to memory and wondered what use it was. He could feel the stirrings of the Beast waking inside of him as the day neared its end.
The plan. Stick to the plan. You'll find him. You'll find them.
Even in the dusk the heat was oppressive. He thought with a sad smile how in a day's time, he would be missing it, wishing he could bottle it and take it with him. Just in case.
Of course, he couldn't have known that by that time he'd be more distracted by the body that awaited him.
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