"Ah, what weary times we live in," Verad said, in an oblique response to the man's question, "That an urchin might kick a 'grey' upon the ground as a distraction for such a simple thing as a roll!" There was a definite bemoaning tone to the statement, the man clearly being practiced at the art of bemoanery.
He dusted off his trousers, the clothing having collected a fair bit of the street's grime from spending far more time upon it than he'd originally planned. "Strange to hear that word in this city, though. I daresay in the Shroud? Certainly. Limsa? A possibility. But I daresay everybody is more gold than grey or green in Ul'dah."
He dusted off his trousers, the clothing having collected a fair bit of the street's grime from spending far more time upon it than he'd originally planned. "Strange to hear that word in this city, though. I daresay in the Shroud? Certainly. Limsa? A possibility. But I daresay everybody is more gold than grey or green in Ul'dah."
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Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
