"The pleasure is mine." A distinctly Ishgardian accent had slipped out. Something Franz had been too busy to work on. How was a Garlean masquerading as a normal person supposed to even keep a consistent identity if he couldn't manage to speak consistently?
He hoped Erik hadn't noticed, or perhaps not cared. "So, what brought you here? One could say....I came to the city for work. To survive, really." That should be vague enough to not raise suspicion.
He hoped Erik hadn't noticed, or perhaps not cared. "So, what brought you here? One could say....I came to the city for work. To survive, really." That should be vague enough to not raise suspicion.
