
Soji Mori
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Soji finished off the drink in his tankard and set it down before he rose as well, shouldering his spear again, being mindful to keep the business end high and out of the way. Muin had done a fine job of let Jeris and Lin know where to find them in the future so he found there was only wishing the others well. "It was a pleasure meeting you both. For what it matters from a pair of fellow travelers, welcome to Gridania! May the Warden ever cast Her light on your path that we may we meet again under such favorable circumstances." He did linger, however, to hear any replies. He was in no hurry to leave, but the time to return to duty did seem about right. At least if they wanted to get back to Hyrstmill before nightfall.
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Soji's too far away to aid and so watches on with the sort of amused horror of a comedic train-wreck. Besides, it was good for Lin to discover her limits. His eyes follow Lin as she slow-topples over and should she actually hit the floor, his ears would flatten back at the sound; the only outward expression of an empathetic wince.
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Jeris was good at weaving tales. It had enough truth to it to stand and enough audacity to make it enjoyable even if he was clearly jesting. It fit right in with the tavern-like atmosphere of the Canopy. Soji listened in to Lin's explanation but didn't seem to be put out by the admission to getting lost one bit. It was honest. Honesty went far with him. The thing about truth was that, much like the sun, while it illuminated the world too much of it burned, while not enough of it meant nothing could grow or flourish. Muin and he had plenty of words about that. At her question to them he replied with equal honesty. "Muin and I have signed on with the local guilds. As part of earning our keep they suggested we help out the residents of Hyrstmill as the guard is often run thin and the Wood Wailers cannot spare any more at the moment. It was the least we could do to demonstrate our appreciation for our acceptance into the guild halls." And to help convince the locals that they were friends and not foes. They were, after all, a pair of mismatched Miqo'te with no tribe or family to vouch for them.
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Jeris was a smooth one, no doubt about it. Even when he admitted that he was dodging the question, he continued to dodge it. So long as he knew that Soji knew that Jeris knew that Soji...you get the picture. He didn't press the issue and instead took another drink of the honeyed liquid in his tankard, turning his attention to Linette instead. She seemed nervous. Not cowardly, but concerned about something. Perhaps it was simply the fact that she was a lone conjurer surrounded by three Disciples of War. She might have felt a bit out of place. "How did you come by Hyrstmill?" Perhaps it had been the beacon on the watch tower that shone out into the encroaching darkness of the woods. Perhaps she had been on her way there on business. Perhaps her boot lace has broke and she needed a replacement before continuing.
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Soji grinned, closing his eyes and bowing his head just a bit as he heard everyone's replies. Muin had his own form of mischief that often included sniping people with beans from a hidden spot just for the fun and challenge of it. But Soji's sort of mischief was of the Warden's vein. "You say that nothing is boring, Jeris of Ul'dah, yet you suggest that you are without interest. And Linette of Ul'dah is even more mysterious than we are." The grin widened into a smile as he looked up at both of them and his eyes opened again, and there was something in his face now that must have harkened to the followers of Azeyma, goddess of sun, inquiry and the quest to illuminate the truth. "A man in bandages has seen troubles and a man that is no longer in the city of his birth must therefore have a reason to leave it." A hint that there might be a connection there, but was not going to speak that aloud. Like the sun, he was just pointing out what it looked like at the moment. To Linette he added, "And we still do not know why we were fortunate to have your help in Hyrstmill against the opo-opo raid. But Ul'dah is a far way to travel for the relative comforts of a hamlet." Therefore, Linette had a perfect opportunity to weave a tale of her own into what had happened from her point of view. There were stories to be told by all at this table and they were equally as interesting as anything they had to say. Seekers of the Sun got into a very different sort of trouble, didn't they?
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((Disclaimer, this info is tentative until we've actually seen more of the world.)) "Coerthas. The Drake is the totem and guardian spirit of our tribe. Firedrakes roam the hills and vales of the area and Ishgard resides to the north. It was not a far distance to reach the Black Shroud following the rivers and road ways. It was the Hedge that proved the most arduous trek." As anyone trying to get into the Twelveswood had to pass the wilds commanded by the Elementals. Seeing as the four of them had made it through in one piece, they must have received the benediction of the local spirits even if they might had to have proven it at times.
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"We're travelers," he replied. "Come to Gridania to learn from it's guilds." So it sounded like they were all foreigners in this place for the most part. Finding common ground between the four of them hadn't taken long. Excellent!
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The conversation was off and running without needing a word from him, so he sat down in a chair as well and listened in with tankard in hand. It was still taking some adjustment to people introducing themselves with only a name and maybe a title. A cultural difference only, though. Not everyone's ways were the ways of his clan and tribe. That was the first thing he'd learned as he and Muin had set out from their homeland: the world was very different depending on where you went and who you talked to. It was as strange as it was exciting at times, learning how to work in another frame of mind. Learning about another peoples' values and customs. So for now he listened in as everyone else was more than willing to talk and Muin had done such a wonderful job of segueing into it all.
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His ears had zeroed in on the familiar voice of Linette. After Muin spoke to his ears only, Soji gave a small nod. He looked over the work and then stood. Shifting the spear in his hands to give it a firm shake, he felt the response that ran along the wooden shaft. He then turned the blade high and to the ceiling, resting the spear on his shoulder to keep the business end out of the way of the crowd. It was the only thing about bringing a long arm into a building; one had to always be mindful of where it was pointing. He turned to Muin and gave a second, silent nod that the work was complete. Now his eyes could be seen by all. Bright blue, keen and intelligent with the tell-tale slitted pupils of a Seeker. He was free to converse; especially as it seemed that their circle of acquaintances was about to expand to include the half-drowned pugilist in the bandages. He started toward the table with Jeris and Linette with the clear intention of joining them, though they might only arrive by the time Jeris was finishing his explanation. Miqo'te ears would hear it all.
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The second figure was lost in the meditative work of affixing the blade to his polearm. Some gentle taps to place the pins back in after looking everything over. The black knight to Muin's white bishop Soji's hair and tail were dark, his skin sun-kissed. Woad-blue markings adorned his jaw and the bridge of his nose in a form of tattoo particular to the Miqo'te. The colour of his eyes, however, was lost due to them being downcast and half-closed in gentle concentration. He inspected his handiwork as Muin set down the tankard next to him. The drinks of Gridania might have lacked the spice of the southern climes, but the city beloved of Nophica had one thing that set it apart from all others: honey. In bread and baking, in gruel, in drinks, with tea; the golden sweetness of honey pervaded the culture of the forest city. Even as Muin returned, nothing seemed to matter outside of his work. Unless you knew Miqo'te body language. While his eyes were intent on the final details of his spear, his ears were turned to listen to the various goings on now that the crowd gathered around for Muin's tale had dispersed. ((Also present!))