((Sorry if this is only for Balmung since that's the only people I see here. Gonna need to represent Gilgamesh.))Â
This job had been sitting to the side for quite some time. With the opening of the house of Bento, creating the interior of the house, and making it look as perfect as they could get it....well, lets just say that getting things done for jobs was a pain. Resting back in the chair of the Quicksand in his good ol second home of Ul'dah, this rugged and beaten looking male of a Roegadyn eyed over the documents. He had sent out whispers that he needed people to help even though he could have had handled this on his own...with major risk of death of course.Â
Standing the average height of a Roegadyn, his white sideburns filled into the beard and down his neck with no hair to show either under his nose or on any part of his hair. Wrinkles centered around both eyes showing signs of his age as a burned mark started above his right eye, moving halfway around his head before stopping and nearly missing the ear. An eye patch covered his right eye as his armor consisted of the darkened armor gained from the new ventures in Tam-tara and the like. Next to him, his axe covered in blood leaned against the table.Â
"Lets see how many people decide to show up. If anything, mercenaries might jump on it with the amount of gil involved..."
This job had been sitting to the side for quite some time. With the opening of the house of Bento, creating the interior of the house, and making it look as perfect as they could get it....well, lets just say that getting things done for jobs was a pain. Resting back in the chair of the Quicksand in his good ol second home of Ul'dah, this rugged and beaten looking male of a Roegadyn eyed over the documents. He had sent out whispers that he needed people to help even though he could have had handled this on his own...with major risk of death of course.Â
Standing the average height of a Roegadyn, his white sideburns filled into the beard and down his neck with no hair to show either under his nose or on any part of his hair. Wrinkles centered around both eyes showing signs of his age as a burned mark started above his right eye, moving halfway around his head before stopping and nearly missing the ear. An eye patch covered his right eye as his armor consisted of the darkened armor gained from the new ventures in Tam-tara and the like. Next to him, his axe covered in blood leaned against the table.Â
"Lets see how many people decide to show up. If anything, mercenaries might jump on it with the amount of gil involved..."
