Franz just sat in his seat, watching the entire spectacle between Crofte and the bard when he noticed the smell.
"Ugh...What is that?" as he pinches his nose for a moment. He decides to breathe through his mouth for the moment, hoping the air cannot be tasted over his drink.Â
Looking at the most recent arrival to the Quicksand, he out. "Oi, something you can do about that?" It was an expected rudeness on his part, but no amount of "polite" Ishgardian influence could caver it up.
"Ugh...What is that?" as he pinches his nose for a moment. He decides to breathe through his mouth for the moment, hoping the air cannot be tasted over his drink.Â
Looking at the most recent arrival to the Quicksand, he out. "Oi, something you can do about that?" It was an expected rudeness on his part, but no amount of "polite" Ishgardian influence could caver it up.
