Sigurd happened to be in the area, finishing up some paperwork for trades in the area. He'd been drowning in paperwork ever since he got his license to trade in Limsa, drowning in tariffs, tax forms, and documentation. He needed a break.
A trip to the Bismark was hardly unusual for him. It was one of few places in Limsa that cooked something other than fish. He heard a few familiar voices as he trudged up the walkway, several books tucked under his arm. Drawn in by the notion of spending time with something other than paperwork for the day, he pushed his glasses up his nose and approached the table. "Hey, hope I'm not interrupting---" well he interrupted himself when he saw how soaked Jancis was. "Bloody hells, did someone toss you into the ocean?"
A trip to the Bismark was hardly unusual for him. It was one of few places in Limsa that cooked something other than fish. He heard a few familiar voices as he trudged up the walkway, several books tucked under his arm. Drawn in by the notion of spending time with something other than paperwork for the day, he pushed his glasses up his nose and approached the table. "Hey, hope I'm not interrupting---" well he interrupted himself when he saw how soaked Jancis was. "Bloody hells, did someone toss you into the ocean?"
