Gingerly, Miiynmekh boosted herself up onto a stool at the bar, swinging her feet haphazardly to and fro. Maybe dancing shoes and knife-based acrobatics didn't mix too well, especially not in the shifting sands of Cutter's Cry.
You idiot; you're lucky you didn't break anything. That's just what you'd need...to be injured in Ul'dah, what with all the Lalafell around. Maybe those ballet shoes from...
"What'll ye have, love?" a server asked, jarring the Au Ra from her thoughts. "Something to drink, mayhaps?"
Miiyn nodded curtly to the man. Yes, the ballet shoes would probably be a better bet. They would match AND fit current Eorzean fashion. They were in that fancy boutique, after all.
"Err...Miss? I'm not really sure what to...do you want to see our beverage menu? Yes, maybe our beverage menu would be a good idea. If you could just point to...AH, lemonade, yes, I see."
Irritated, Miiyn shifted her focus to a newspaper someone had left at the bar. Though her literacy had improved significantly in the previous moons, the fancy prose proved mostly impervious with her limited vocabulary. However, she could make out some of the article. Xaela. Dead. Thanalan. Brass Blades. The server set a glass of sugared water with lemon down. Confused, she took a sip. Why would the Brass Blades kill Au Ra? Maybe the monk lady can explain it to me later. Or...or maybe I can just skip visiting the monk and instead just avoid the Brass Blades. Yes, that would probably be better.