Warren sat on the stone bench in the center of the Goblet, one fist pressed into the palm of his other hand and his chin resting upon them both. His eyes flitted left and right, back and forth and up and down. He wasn't watching the stones, or the waterfall or the birds or sky; Warren's entire attention was directed into the noises he heard.
The linkpearls had been easy enough to acquire. In a world as tumultuous as Eorzea there was always a need for communication, but more importantly there was a need for security. A linkpearl is traditionally free to communicate two ways but there is a market for those that may only transmit and never receive. Warren had procured a number of these pearls and linked them to a single receptive one; The result was a network of ears he had placed only inside of his own home. The Duskbreak was fashioned once as a safehold and Warren thought he would have need to know what went on there. He had only ever removed the master link once, and that was when he couldn't bring himself to hear the words uttered from the rooms.
The last thing he expected to hear was the door open. Not forced, but unlocked. Footsteps, soft but clear. The sound of a bottle being dragged off of a tabletop. Someone had come home.
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The linkpearls had been easy enough to acquire. In a world as tumultuous as Eorzea there was always a need for communication, but more importantly there was a need for security. A linkpearl is traditionally free to communicate two ways but there is a market for those that may only transmit and never receive. Warren had procured a number of these pearls and linked them to a single receptive one; The result was a network of ears he had placed only inside of his own home. The Duskbreak was fashioned once as a safehold and Warren thought he would have need to know what went on there. He had only ever removed the master link once, and that was when he couldn't bring himself to hear the words uttered from the rooms.
The last thing he expected to hear was the door open. Not forced, but unlocked. Footsteps, soft but clear. The sound of a bottle being dragged off of a tabletop. Someone had come home.
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