((This story is written in different parts, by me, and by Faith Lyons. It will have two perspectives each post. Makyns and the hirer. Enjoy!))
Stepping from the ferry from Aleport, clad in his normal armor and his helmet underneath his arm, Makyn looked around the dock city of Limsa Lominsa. He breathed in the salty air (Of which he had been forced to become accustomed to over the few weeks he had lived in the La Noscea area), and gazed around as people bustled about, talking in their accents, carrying things, or squabbling amongst themselves.
Out in the distance, he thought he could even see a male Roegadyn tossing a man over the side of the walkways into the waters below.
‘And they thought Ul’dah was bad.’ Makyn thought, and smirked, to himself as he thudded down the walkway away from the ferry, trying to remember the instructions he had been told to by Faith before leaving that morning.
“Guess I’ll head to the guild first…†He murmured, stomping towards the main thoroughfare.
Meanwhile outside Mealvaan’s Gate, Vivenne is looking around clad in her usual uniform of robe and pants, a Emerald Carbuncle by her side. She took a moment to look around at the normal crowds of people wandering through the area before putting her hand up to her ear.
“Jenefer, where are you hiding? You were meant to be here an hour ago so I could give you the last runthrough of the procedures before we left.†She says, in an elegant, but stern voice. Putting her hand back down to her side and checking her book was still on it’s clip. A moment later a midlanders voice could be heard though her linkshell.
“I’m sorry Madam Tinville. I was helping get this young man out of the waters, some mean Roegadyn decided to throw him off the walkway.†Says Jenefer, sounding a little panicked. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.â€
“Very well, be here as soon as possible. You will be punished for this later.†Vivenne replies, sighing as she looks around once more, seeing a fellow Arcanist carrying out an inspection on some cargo watching her while she ways for her wayward student and the help Faith promised as she thinks to herself. ‘Why do I always get the difficult inspections…’
Stepping from the ferry from Aleport, clad in his normal armor and his helmet underneath his arm, Makyn looked around the dock city of Limsa Lominsa. He breathed in the salty air (Of which he had been forced to become accustomed to over the few weeks he had lived in the La Noscea area), and gazed around as people bustled about, talking in their accents, carrying things, or squabbling amongst themselves.
Out in the distance, he thought he could even see a male Roegadyn tossing a man over the side of the walkways into the waters below.
‘And they thought Ul’dah was bad.’ Makyn thought, and smirked, to himself as he thudded down the walkway away from the ferry, trying to remember the instructions he had been told to by Faith before leaving that morning.
“Guess I’ll head to the guild first…†He murmured, stomping towards the main thoroughfare.
Meanwhile outside Mealvaan’s Gate, Vivenne is looking around clad in her usual uniform of robe and pants, a Emerald Carbuncle by her side. She took a moment to look around at the normal crowds of people wandering through the area before putting her hand up to her ear.
“Jenefer, where are you hiding? You were meant to be here an hour ago so I could give you the last runthrough of the procedures before we left.†She says, in an elegant, but stern voice. Putting her hand back down to her side and checking her book was still on it’s clip. A moment later a midlanders voice could be heard though her linkshell.
“I’m sorry Madam Tinville. I was helping get this young man out of the waters, some mean Roegadyn decided to throw him off the walkway.†Says Jenefer, sounding a little panicked. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.â€
“Very well, be here as soon as possible. You will be punished for this later.†Vivenne replies, sighing as she looks around once more, seeing a fellow Arcanist carrying out an inspection on some cargo watching her while she ways for her wayward student and the help Faith promised as she thinks to herself. ‘Why do I always get the difficult inspections…’
