Limsa had changed in Cenric's absence, but it was still the same. Different faces, different agendas, but the game remained the same.
He was tired, he realised, as he dragged his feet from the markets towards the Wench, passing a whore and a Yellowjacket officer as he worked his way through the quieter streets. He'd had to begin building up his contacts again, had to gather information, scope out threats and possible allies. It was grueling work, and he hated how it felt like he was starting at the bottom.
He was lucky, then, to have been approached by a few interesting people with equally interesting offers, with the most intriguing being an Ul'dahn acting as the middleman for his client back in the desert city. Cenric couldn't quite ignore the strange feeling the man gave him, a feeling he couldn't explain even to himself. Perhaps it was simply the last few day's toll on his mind and body. Regardless, he'd accepted the man's proposition, in part out of an old habit to piss off Zhavi, and because the man was connected. Well connected, if what he said was the truth. Such opportunities were hard to pass up.
Now standing in the doorway to his room at the Mizzenmast, Cenric threw his bag on he floor and kicked off his boots, making his way to the ledger sat on the small round table against the wall. He still struggled to write, but he managed to scrawl out the important details.
All that was left was to wait. His client would have his linkpearl and would be in contact when the time came. In the meantime, Cenric had a few details to sort out, and some... suspicions to put to rest.
He was tired, he realised, as he dragged his feet from the markets towards the Wench, passing a whore and a Yellowjacket officer as he worked his way through the quieter streets. He'd had to begin building up his contacts again, had to gather information, scope out threats and possible allies. It was grueling work, and he hated how it felt like he was starting at the bottom.
He was lucky, then, to have been approached by a few interesting people with equally interesting offers, with the most intriguing being an Ul'dahn acting as the middleman for his client back in the desert city. Cenric couldn't quite ignore the strange feeling the man gave him, a feeling he couldn't explain even to himself. Perhaps it was simply the last few day's toll on his mind and body. Regardless, he'd accepted the man's proposition, in part out of an old habit to piss off Zhavi, and because the man was connected. Well connected, if what he said was the truth. Such opportunities were hard to pass up.
Now standing in the doorway to his room at the Mizzenmast, Cenric threw his bag on he floor and kicked off his boots, making his way to the ledger sat on the small round table against the wall. He still struggled to write, but he managed to scrawl out the important details.
All that was left was to wait. His client would have his linkpearl and would be in contact when the time came. In the meantime, Cenric had a few details to sort out, and some... suspicions to put to rest.
