What if Frhanz and the Unnamed Mercenary hadn’t had bad things happen?
“Why do you keep trying to talk to me?!†The large man looked at the Elezen that hadn’t stopped  talking for what seemed like a sun. They had first met at an inn, where the elezen had been staying. Now he was being bought out as the man’s bodyguard. And just how much could he have to talk about? It was neverending!
To make matters worse, he was some Scholar or something, and a master Alchemist, whatever that meant. It did mean stability though. Since Frhanz’s visit to Ul’dah, he had been helping Merc stay aetherically stable. Between being stalking by a faerie at every given morment and having to deal with all the chatter, Merc was at his wit’s ends. Why him? Why did it have to be Frhanz that could do this? It must have been a game. A sickeningly funny game to that white haired woman. It was still better than living on the streets looking for jobs, he supposed. Frhanz had what appeared to be endless amounts of gil, and had hired Merc to act as a bodyguard. It was at least a mutual benefit for the two of them.
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Meanwhile to Frhanz, why /wouldn’t/ he want  to keep talking to the strange man? Among other things, he was quite clearly Garlean, if that actually mattered. The third eye had made it painfully obvious when they met. But that wasn’t exactly a concern. He’d fixed that up with a small glamour spell, which meant the Garlean didn’t have to hide his face in public. Not to mention how interesting the Garlean was. Praise the Twelve! A Garlean that had at least /some/ control of his aether. Well, perhaps control wasn’t exactly the best word for it. He was nonetheless a pure-blood Garlean with aether manipulation of some kind.
To make everything even more wonderful, he now had a bodyguard! Frhanz didn’t think he’d actually need one, but paying the man some petty gil to keep him company was absurdly easy. Of course, it might have been all the free meals, free drinks, and the free room and board that Frhanz had offered with the gil. Garlean or not, nobody deserved to be homeless. But he didn’t have the money to save everyone. A single man would do though. And what better of a way to study him than to gain his trust? He had memory loss, unstable aether, and some connection to Kage. Of course Frhanz would have a lot to talk about and would want to stay.
“Why do you keep trying to talk to me?!†The large man looked at the Elezen that hadn’t stopped  talking for what seemed like a sun. They had first met at an inn, where the elezen had been staying. Now he was being bought out as the man’s bodyguard. And just how much could he have to talk about? It was neverending!
To make matters worse, he was some Scholar or something, and a master Alchemist, whatever that meant. It did mean stability though. Since Frhanz’s visit to Ul’dah, he had been helping Merc stay aetherically stable. Between being stalking by a faerie at every given morment and having to deal with all the chatter, Merc was at his wit’s ends. Why him? Why did it have to be Frhanz that could do this? It must have been a game. A sickeningly funny game to that white haired woman. It was still better than living on the streets looking for jobs, he supposed. Frhanz had what appeared to be endless amounts of gil, and had hired Merc to act as a bodyguard. It was at least a mutual benefit for the two of them.
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Meanwhile to Frhanz, why /wouldn’t/ he want  to keep talking to the strange man? Among other things, he was quite clearly Garlean, if that actually mattered. The third eye had made it painfully obvious when they met. But that wasn’t exactly a concern. He’d fixed that up with a small glamour spell, which meant the Garlean didn’t have to hide his face in public. Not to mention how interesting the Garlean was. Praise the Twelve! A Garlean that had at least /some/ control of his aether. Well, perhaps control wasn’t exactly the best word for it. He was nonetheless a pure-blood Garlean with aether manipulation of some kind.
To make everything even more wonderful, he now had a bodyguard! Frhanz didn’t think he’d actually need one, but paying the man some petty gil to keep him company was absurdly easy. Of course, it might have been all the free meals, free drinks, and the free room and board that Frhanz had offered with the gil. Garlean or not, nobody deserved to be homeless. But he didn’t have the money to save everyone. A single man would do though. And what better of a way to study him than to gain his trust? He had memory loss, unstable aether, and some connection to Kage. Of course Frhanz would have a lot to talk about and would want to stay.
