The mere statement of her offer had been enough for him to, without a second's thought, lift one arm up in the air with his hand and palm outstretched to accept whatever offering was provided. It was a marvel of contortionism, arm straight out and nearly perpendicular to his face-down body. Hunger could do for Verad what would otherwise result in a dislocated shoulder.
"That would be very nice, thank you," he said, his voice muffled by the street. When the food was not immediately placed into his hand, he rolled onto his back, squinting at the few stray bits of sunlight that filtered in through the oppressive nature of Ul'dah's high walls and the slightly more natural but no less oppressive efforts of the clouds indicating the coming rains.
A roll entered into his visual range, casting a shadow. He furrowed his brow to block out the few bits of light as he took it, rising up into a seating position before picking out a piece of bread with one hand and popping into his mouth. The sensation of food of quality driving away the horrific taste of a few days' shrewmeat was as much a balm to his soul as any religious experience.
"I am much obliged to you," he said with the kind of gravitas one might expect of anyone other than a man eating a roll in the middle of the street. "It has been a few lean and unpleasant days, madam. I do hope - " Here he paused to eat again. "Twelve, this is divine - I do hope that this is a more frequent activity of yours, and that if it is, I ought learn your schedule."
"That would be very nice, thank you," he said, his voice muffled by the street. When the food was not immediately placed into his hand, he rolled onto his back, squinting at the few stray bits of sunlight that filtered in through the oppressive nature of Ul'dah's high walls and the slightly more natural but no less oppressive efforts of the clouds indicating the coming rains.
A roll entered into his visual range, casting a shadow. He furrowed his brow to block out the few bits of light as he took it, rising up into a seating position before picking out a piece of bread with one hand and popping into his mouth. The sensation of food of quality driving away the horrific taste of a few days' shrewmeat was as much a balm to his soul as any religious experience.
"I am much obliged to you," he said with the kind of gravitas one might expect of anyone other than a man eating a roll in the middle of the street. "It has been a few lean and unpleasant days, madam. I do hope - " Here he paused to eat again. "Twelve, this is divine - I do hope that this is a more frequent activity of yours, and that if it is, I ought learn your schedule."
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Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
