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Coatleque stepped off the airship, once again in Ul'dah. She wore a long black robe drawn closed with a hood much too large for her head. The only attention she would garner was that of curious bystanders gawking at a mysterious stranger.
She had done her part. Four days time was more than enough to deliver a message. In Limsa, she had found the Streetrunner, "Kink", through word of mouth in one of her usual haunts. She paid more than triple the usual cost, as the message was so urgent - not because it was requested, but from her own sense of how things worked. Two hundred fifty gil.
"His life is in danger..." she reiterated to the girl.
And now her part was finished once more. Limsa Lominsa was not her jurisdiction. She only hoped the message would not arrive too late.
Once off the airship she spoke to herself in a hushed voice.
"Master... my business is concluded early. I have arrived once more in Ul'dah."
"Please, allow this one to be rude and inquire as to what your business entailed?"
"... To save a life, rather than destroy one."
She said nothing more to anyone, and headed for the bar.
